THESE TREES ARE YOUR CITY, (o)

[fallon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] three points where two lines meet. toe to toe, back to back, let's go, my love it's very late. 'til morning comes, let's tessellate. She had always been really good at climbing trees. She liked to think she was pretty good at it anyways. Her lips parted, a small yawn slipping out as her arms stretched high above her head. Her arms dropped again, one of her small hands rubbing at her eyes. It was way too early in the morning to be awake. She wasn't used to getting up this early every day. Well, actually. That wasn't fair, she thought. It wasn't that early. Sunlight peeked through the vibrant green leaves above her, the small child leaning her back against the trunk. She wanted to guess that it was about noon. Fallon rested her hands in her lap, legs swinging on either side of the branch. She could just feel the fresh spring air, she thought. There was just something wonderful about this time of year. It was just really pretty after the harsh winter. Not that it was bad necessarily. But she didn't like wearing long pants and jackets. It was harder to move during the winter. It was so much easier to move and to play when it was hot. Her eyes wandered about, looking down at the people walking around beneath her. It was like everyone was tiny ants! She wondered if she could squish 'em or something. It sounded kind of funny to do something like that. A slight laugh escaped her parted lips, Fallon leaning down further onto the branch as she watched the people move beneath her. Could they even see her? Probably not. She was practically invisible! Maybe it was her superpower or something? Being cute wasn't a superpower after all. And she was tons good at that. Who ever heard about a superhero having cute powers? It'd be so cool though. If she could be a superhero! All invisible and stuff. Maybe she could fly or something too? She knew that she really couldn't actually fly but still. It was really cool to think about, right? She continued swinging her legs, hands pressed against the branch of the tree before one of her sandals fell off to the ground beneath her. Oops. The blonde moved to get up onto her feet, shifting a bit uncomfortably as she struggled to compose herself against the tree. It was kind of scary being this high up now. How was she even going to get down there and get her shoe back ...? What if it hit someone? Oh gosh, that was a little bit concerning. What if they got mad at her or something? What if they yelled at her and stuff or tried to get her into trouble for hurting them? She didn't mean to do it, honest! Fallon squeaked, her hands moving to cover her face before she moved to ease herself back down the tree. Jolting back suddenly when she found there was no foothold. How had she even gotten up there anyways? Well. It was always easier climbing up than it was climbing down so there was that... Oh. Oh, there was someone there! They could get her shoe. She wouldn't have to climb down. Of course, she'd have to get down eventually but ... that'd be something to worry about at another time. She pressed her body against the branch, black shirt wrinkling slightly from the pressure. "Hello? Excuse me!" She prompted, waving at the stranger. "Can you help me? My shoe's down there!" Fallon waved her hand at the person, a light smile playing on her lips a bit happily. "O- Oh, right! Please?" She almost forgot. How rude of her.

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[missie]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=class, temp, btable] DON'T STOP IT BEFORE IT BEGINS. On her days off, Missie tended to wander around Primula, mainly since she didn’t really have anything else to do. Normally, she wasn’t the type to simply go adventuring in the forests or anything of the sort―she was a little bit too much of a clean freak to do so. However, maybe adventuring a little wouldn’t hurt; she liked seeing little animals and flowers, so she opted for it. Besides, she could pick some flowers to bring back to her apartment to liven it up. Well, anything would be an improvement to it; she loathed being cooped up in her apartment. It was so lonely and bleak, regardless of how many times she’s painted and changed the wallpaper or hung decorations. But maybe fresh flowers could be the difference for her. Thus, with that set in her mind, she took the less-than-often-treaded path (at least for Missie personally) towards the woods. Humming to herself as she trekked along the woods’ path, she kept her eyes keen for certain colours of flowers, glacing from one side of the way to the other for any tones that catch her attention. Abruptly something small and dark darted across Missie’s vision just before her, causing her to squeak a little and take a step back―almost tripping over a tree root in the process, but luckily catching herself before she toppled over. Briefly she mentally praised herself for not falling over onto the ground, as it truly was a crowning moment of glory for her since countless times before falling flat on her butt would have been the result. From above she heard a soft, young voice and immediately altered her attention to its origin. Missie curiously stared up at who she found: a little girl that couldn’t be older than twelve, wearing a dark oversized shirt. She dropped her.. shoe? “Shoe..,” she echoed, glanced back down to the ground at what had fallen. So it had been a shoe that dropped before her―had the little girl not said anything, Missie would have believed that it was a small animal. Giving the girl a fleeting glance, she kneeled down (habitually pressing the back of her skirt close to her legs as she did so) and hooked the shoe on two fingers and rose back up. She gestured the shoe by waving it slightly, flashing the girl a small warm smile. “This?” She reached her hand up as far as she could, leaning against the tree and stepping up on it a little to try to extend the shoe closer to the little girl’s grasp. “You’re not stuck up there, are you?” she asked as she did this, curious as to why the girl was up in a tree to begin with. So, naturally Missie assumed that was stuck, otherwise wouldn’t have the girl climbed down to get the shoe herself? Maybe Missie was just thinking along things she would personally do―well, aside from climbing a tree, because Missie wouldn’t even attempt a feat willingly. hope this is okay, orz | tagged: fallon~

BY RINNE

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[fallon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] three points where two lines meet. toe to toe, back to back, let's go, my love it's very late. 'til morning comes, let's tessellate. She liked to think about life as an adventure. Sometimes, she'd pretend to be doing things. One time, she pretended she was an amazon princess. Another time, she was chasing after a unicorn to save the dying out race of mythical beasts. But it was mostly to waste her time away. She had never really been fond of school, unfortunately. And if given the chance, she never went. It was probably a bad thing. But she knew the basic stuff at least. Like writing her name and reading. Not that she did very much reading on her little excursions. Fallon had never liked school. She didn't like staying in town during the day either. People were always so busy and no one had time to pay attention to her. She had no one in the town her age to play with anyways. Or if people did want to play with her, they'd have to work or something. She wondered what it was like to be an adult. Was it fun? It seemed really boring. All work. No play. She wasn't sure if she could handle being an adult if she ever had to grow up then. Maybe she could go to Neverland and run around with Peter Pan! He never grew up right? So why should she? So it was then that she studied the woman, her wide eyes confused. Curious. Why was she out in this neck of the woods? The only people that came here were people who were on dates or real adventure people like her! She looked really pretty and nice though, she thought. Didn't she have to work too? She was an adult, right? Right. And adults couldn't be trusted! But they were tall. And she did need her shoe. "Uh huh!" She chirped in reply, wrapping an arm around the branch before reaching down and taking her sandal back from the nice lady. She sat up then, moving to slide it back onto her feet. What? Stuck? Pft, no way! Well. She was stuck but she didn't know it showed that badly! She'd just play it off! Play it cool, Fallon, she thought. Play it cool. She merely shook her head no, laughing a little before she inched over and patted the little area next to her. "M'not stuck! I'm not a kitty, you know? 'Sides, we don't have a fire department so no one could come get me if I was stuck!" That's right, wasn't it? No one could come get her. She didn't want to live in a tree and be a tree hobo! Fallon almost screamed but she held it back. No, no. No screaming. She had to play it cool! She didn't want an adult to think that she was some stupid kid or something. "Come up here! It's real pretty!" Well. Kinda. She liked the view but that was just because she couldn't see real high up usually. So maybe that was why she thought it was? Plus, it was a forest ... she could see all the unicorns and fairies moving around. But she wasn't so sure if the lady could see 'em. She heard adults stopped being able to see things because they didn't believe in magic and stuff anymore. It must have been sad, she thought. To think that life lost its magic. She'd never let herself think that! Never, ever! "My name's Fallon!" She chirped, leaning forward and leaning back on the branch as she talked to the other. "What's your name, lady?" Her mother always said it was polite to say your name when you first met people. She didn't really like her mama or her papa or nothin'. But she knew that being rude made people not like you. And she definitely did not want to be hated at all.

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[missie]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=class, temp, btable] DON'T STOP IT BEFORE IT BEGINS. Her faint grin was still present when the girl took her shoe back. Missie eyed the girl more, watching as she worked her shoe back on her dainty foot. How did she manage to stay up there like that? If were Missie, she'd have already fallen off the branch from trying to move a mere inch. Missie's brow quirked a little, knowingly, at the girl's explanation. "Oh, is that so," she offered with a light giggle. She didn't blame the girl for covering that up, if that were the case, as Missie herself would act no differently. Humiliation for admitting something like getting stuck in a tree isn't anything she could just take on easily, despite her extrovert nature. One thing's for sure: kids were always so much more delightful to hang around than adults. No drama, no stress, and nothing serious. Like this girl, she seemed so carefree―just to simply frolic in the woods and touch and climb everything in sight. Missie was somewhat envious of it. "Go up there..?" she echoed the girl's words, barely managing to cover the anxious lilt in her tone, her pale blue-green eyes widening somewhat. This girl expected her to shimmy up a tree? "Don't be silly, both of us will get stuck in the tree then!" Well, not that Missie has ever actually climbed up a tree, let alone get stuck in one. Although she simply knew that such a conclusion was inevitable! "Fallon?" she repeated with a small grin, ensuring that she pronounced her name properly. "What a cute name," she mused. "The name's Missie." Well, would it be that bad to sit up there with the kid? Wait a sec--, She couldn't believe she was actually considering scaling a tree--it was a disaster waiting to happen, knowing her clumsy nature. Though Missie did have a bit of pride within her, so she can't help her self-glorifying thoughts and actions. okay, i think i got caught up with all this other stuff ;x; | tagged: fallonn

BY RINNE

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