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I'M STICKING WITH YOU / oddi
« on: July 17, 2017, 04:21:09 PM »
YOU ARE LOVELY <3
u rock !
u rock !
u rock !
aurora grace hart
"This might've been a bad idea." Aurora was full of good ideas. But every once in a while, there was that one decision that took a good idea and threw it to the wind.

It was hunger that sent her out to the market in search of a snack. Her and Clem's dinners had been consisting of pb and j sandwiches for the past week, and while Rory thought she'd be sick if another one was put in front of her, the girl would sooner down a hundred more than complain. Instead, she elected to take matters into her own hands. As she came upon the outdoor market, the brunette blended into the bustling crowd with ease. The sounds of artisans shouting out praises of their wares; merchants appraising the clothes of passersby and calling out how much they'd pay for them; children whining as mothers dragged them to and fro were thunderous in her ears, but she kept her eyes peeled for the farmers with the largest stacks of this, the biggest piles of that (the ones who wouldn't miss one little piece if it was to just, say, disappear). With surprising skill, Aurora weaved from booth to booth - small hands finding an apple here, a bundle of slightly wilted spinach there. She slipped them into the bag slung at her side while the sellers' attentions were momentarily diverted. Soon enough, the sack was impressively weighty. Then was when she could've (should've) been content with her winnings and made a graceful exit. But it was in that moment that she spotted a certain baker whose rampant anger she was no stranger to. The last time she'd run into him, he'd remembered the sparkle in her eye as she perused his spread and the croissant left unaccounted for at the end of the day and the brute chased her down the street, even chucking his shoe at her when he realized his speed wasn't a match for hers. Plus, the baguettes that lined his table today did smell awfully good.

So good that Rory could just about taste them as she neared the stand, checked that the baker's head was turned, snatched a narrow loaf, and retreated into the flow of the crowd. Except, the baker (his senses acutely tuned in for theft) caught a flash of her light brown hair before she could make it back into the horde. "Hey! You there! Stop that thief!" The world around her blurred as she looked side to side in search of a means of escape - spotting one of the vendors she'd borrowed a carrot from conversing with an officer in blue, an accusatory finger pointed at, ah yes, her. She took off in the opposite direction, as fast as her feet could carry her.

That's where this bad idea business came in. Only, it was mentioned more like, "This," pant, "might 'uv," pant, "been a," pant, "bad idea," as it was admitted mid-run. Aurora was vaguely aware that both the baker and the police were in pursuit, but she was more concentrated on whether or not this quirk of hers felt like turning on. Not that she didn't love being the only one in school that couldn't produce fire from their fingertips or climb up walls, but she'd been robbed of the years of experience kids her age had usually garnered by now. Her own quirk had only manifested a week or two ago and on accident entirely. She hadn't attempted it since. But Rory was starting to run out of street.

While she could've chosen to risk the alley to one side or the relatively busy road to the other, in front of her stood a tall, bleak building. And what better way to throw others off your scent than go straight when there's a left and a right? Ten feet away, she tried to think of intangible things. She thought of water and air and molecules. Five feet away, she tried to get her heart beat under control. She didn't. One foot away, she braced herself.
 
One doesn't know pain until they make contact with a cement wall at top speed. "I- f- sh- g-" Or surprise. "A- h- m-" At least shock saved her the embarrassment of knowing there were onlookers who'd just seen a seemingly normal girl (a bit sketchy seeing as she was running in a fleeing manner, sure, but it's not like she had a tail) ram herself into a building. Her vision had just about reduced itself from double to singular by the time her pursuers had just about caught up with her, their rumbling footfalls just a corner's turn away. Now how was she gonna get out of this one?
one trick ahead of disaster. they're quick- but i'm much faster
☾ ` ░ don't be afraid cecilia, i'm the satellite and you're the sky:. ° ✧

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Re: I'M STICKING WITH YOU / oddi
« Reply #1 on: July 20, 2017, 02:10:00 PM »
the gentlest nudge @oddi
☾ ` ░ don't be afraid cecilia, i'm the satellite and you're the sky:. ° ✧