Sarah Burns
Mar 31, 2014 23:08:14 GMT -5
Post by Arianna on Mar 31, 2014 23:08:14 GMT -5
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(Sister of Jayme Burns)
As Jayme walked through the village, he stopped in front of a large, elegant Victorian style mansion which had a stone and wrought iron fence surrounding the estate with plump, flowering rose vines crawling up the fence. Resting his elbows on the gate, he sighed. "I had a feeling you wouldn't be here.." he muttered. He walked on, but instead of continuing down the road, he went around to the back of the large estate. Behind the estate there was a large hill, you couldn't see over it even from the highest windows of the mansion due to the tall trees growing on it. Once over the hill, you could see a quaint little stone cottage. There was ivy growing up the walls and onto the roof. He slowly walked up to the front door, and opened it gently, taking a step inside. He walked through the house and upstairs, where there were two doors off the landing. One door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and stepped inside. There was an old bed pushed against the wall under a window. The bed had a worn, handmade quilt covering it, and a worn rug covering the bare wooden floor next to it. The room was minimally furnished, other than the bed, there was a wooden dresser with a few trinkets such as a small hand mirror, a vase with some flowers, a brooch, etc., and next to the bed there was a wood desk and a chair, which had a few letters, a pencil, and a bound journal on it.
On the bed sat a young teenage girl, she looked to be around fourteen years old. She had long, wavy, dirty blonde hair, a fair complexion, and blue eyes. She wore a beautiful Victorian style peach-pink dress with ruffles and bows, which was splayed out over the old quilt on the bed, as her head was resting on her forearms resting on the window sill as she stared out at the view of rows and rows of the fields. From under her dress, along with the petticoats, poked out two white-stockinged feet. A pair of jeweled heels to match the dress had been kicked off onto the old rug.
"Go away." She said, so softly it was almost inaudible.
"Sarah.." He faltered.
She turned from the window and glared at him, but there was hurt in her eyes underneath the anger. "Fine." She said. "If you won't leave.." She moved over to slip her shoes on and get off the bed.
He rolled his eyes and got angry back at her. "What's your issue?? You always get so upset over nothing. Just tell me what the problem is! Look at you! Look at what you're wearing! What problems could you possibly have?!" The sunlight that had been streaming in through the window had gradually disappeared as a cloud moved in front of the sunlight, a low, distant rumble of thunder could be heard.
"Oh, don't pretend like you don't know! And so what? You think just because I'm wearing this dress means that--that has nothing to do with problems! Since when did clothes have anything to do with anything??" She was exasperated. Then she sighed and looked around the room. "You know, there was a time when just holding this dress and this fabric would have meant the world," she said quietly. "Now.." she shook her head and brushed past him as she went out through the door and down the staircase.
He sighed "Ughh" and said, "Just tell me what you want!"
She was already down the stairs. "We've already had this conversation!" She called back to him as she made her way through the house, and out the door. He heard the door slam behind her as she made her way to trek back over the hill.
He leaned against the door frame and wiped his hand over his face and then through his hair. After a moment he stood straight, closed the bedroom door behind him and made his way down the stairs and out the house. After he closed the front door behind him, he sat down on the stoop. He picked up a rock that happened to be on the ground nearby and in a release of disgruntled anger he threw it, "Aargh!"
A loud crack of thunder broke the sky. It began to pour.
(Sister of Jayme Burns)
As Jayme walked through the village, he stopped in front of a large, elegant Victorian style mansion which had a stone and wrought iron fence surrounding the estate with plump, flowering rose vines crawling up the fence. Resting his elbows on the gate, he sighed. "I had a feeling you wouldn't be here.." he muttered. He walked on, but instead of continuing down the road, he went around to the back of the large estate. Behind the estate there was a large hill, you couldn't see over it even from the highest windows of the mansion due to the tall trees growing on it. Once over the hill, you could see a quaint little stone cottage. There was ivy growing up the walls and onto the roof. He slowly walked up to the front door, and opened it gently, taking a step inside. He walked through the house and upstairs, where there were two doors off the landing. One door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and stepped inside. There was an old bed pushed against the wall under a window. The bed had a worn, handmade quilt covering it, and a worn rug covering the bare wooden floor next to it. The room was minimally furnished, other than the bed, there was a wooden dresser with a few trinkets such as a small hand mirror, a vase with some flowers, a brooch, etc., and next to the bed there was a wood desk and a chair, which had a few letters, a pencil, and a bound journal on it.
On the bed sat a young teenage girl, she looked to be around fourteen years old. She had long, wavy, dirty blonde hair, a fair complexion, and blue eyes. She wore a beautiful Victorian style peach-pink dress with ruffles and bows, which was splayed out over the old quilt on the bed, as her head was resting on her forearms resting on the window sill as she stared out at the view of rows and rows of the fields. From under her dress, along with the petticoats, poked out two white-stockinged feet. A pair of jeweled heels to match the dress had been kicked off onto the old rug.
"Go away." She said, so softly it was almost inaudible.
"Sarah.." He faltered.
She turned from the window and glared at him, but there was hurt in her eyes underneath the anger. "Fine." She said. "If you won't leave.." She moved over to slip her shoes on and get off the bed.
He rolled his eyes and got angry back at her. "What's your issue?? You always get so upset over nothing. Just tell me what the problem is! Look at you! Look at what you're wearing! What problems could you possibly have?!" The sunlight that had been streaming in through the window had gradually disappeared as a cloud moved in front of the sunlight, a low, distant rumble of thunder could be heard.
"Oh, don't pretend like you don't know! And so what? You think just because I'm wearing this dress means that--that has nothing to do with problems! Since when did clothes have anything to do with anything??" She was exasperated. Then she sighed and looked around the room. "You know, there was a time when just holding this dress and this fabric would have meant the world," she said quietly. "Now.." she shook her head and brushed past him as she went out through the door and down the staircase.
He sighed "Ughh" and said, "Just tell me what you want!"
She was already down the stairs. "We've already had this conversation!" She called back to him as she made her way through the house, and out the door. He heard the door slam behind her as she made her way to trek back over the hill.
He leaned against the door frame and wiped his hand over his face and then through his hair. After a moment he stood straight, closed the bedroom door behind him and made his way down the stairs and out the house. After he closed the front door behind him, he sat down on the stoop. He picked up a rock that happened to be on the ground nearby and in a release of disgruntled anger he threw it, "Aargh!"
A loud crack of thunder broke the sky. It began to pour.