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writing_shadowsOoC: Just a quick background drabble for a planned PC, since people were complaining about lack of posts.
A tear-stained dark haired girl wearing a blue robe sits cradling a doll. Her face is blurred slightly, caught mid-hiccup by the camera Behind her, all in white, a girl with long strawberry-blonde hair and an enigmatic smile gazes beyond the camera, straight into the viewer's eyes. Her hands rest, almost protectively, on the shoulders of the other girl.
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Two girls in brown cardigans, cream blouses and plaid skirts sit side by side on swings, four dangling feet buckled into identical black patent shoes, kicking at the gravel. Forgoing the intended back & forth arcs, they launch themselves away, forcing the swings to left and right, making the cold chains clank and twist.
The dark haired girl smiles, considering the blue costume she will soon wear, "Do you wish you were Mary?"
Her companion shakes her head, red hair confined in a pair of long plaits. "No. Do you know what Virgin means? It means she wasn't married. Like us. It means she hadn't done -IT- with a man. It meant she wasn't supposed to have babies..."
The dark haired girl frowns and bites her lip. At six, she's got no idea what IT is, but maybe everyone else does, and she doesn't dare ask. Her friend, two weeks younger than her, is talking in the voice reserved for ghost stories, and the creaking swings are making her feel sicker than when her mum drives over the bumps in the road too fast. She clings on tight to the chains, and tries not to think about the story of what happens if you are dared to lick the cold metal.
"But she did. Do you know what happens when babies are born? It takes a reaaaally long time. Hours and hours. Sometimes days. And do you know why it hurts so much? Because the baby has to rip a hole between the woman's legs to escape. But they've only got really little fingernails, and no teeth, so they can only rip a bit at a time. They get stronger as they go, because of all the blood, but at the start it's like trying to pull a plaster off super-slowly - just when you're sure it's not going to hurt too much, it does. Then stops, so you think it's over..."
She glances across to the school door, where a harrassed-looking mother is beckoning impatiently. "Come on. We need to get changed." and jumps down neatly, leaving the other girl clinging queasily to both swings as they creak to a stop.
"Narissa. Can you get changed all by yourself? Good girl, the hairbrush is just there, take those braids out. Kathy, sweetheart - come here, do you have stagefright? You're looking quite pale...oh, don't cry, you're going to make a lovely Mary..."
A tear-stained dark haired girl wearing a blue robe sits cradling a doll. Her face is blurred slightly, caught mid-hiccup by the camera Behind her, all in white, a girl with long strawberry-blonde hair and an enigmatic smile gazes beyond the camera, straight into the viewer's eyes. Her hands rest, almost protectively, on the shoulders of the other girl.
--
Two girls in brown cardigans, cream blouses and plaid skirts sit side by side on swings, four dangling feet buckled into identical black patent shoes, kicking at the gravel. Forgoing the intended back & forth arcs, they launch themselves away, forcing the swings to left and right, making the cold chains clank and twist.
The dark haired girl smiles, considering the blue costume she will soon wear, "Do you wish you were Mary?"
Her companion shakes her head, red hair confined in a pair of long plaits. "No. Do you know what Virgin means? It means she wasn't married. Like us. It means she hadn't done -IT- with a man. It meant she wasn't supposed to have babies..."
The dark haired girl frowns and bites her lip. At six, she's got no idea what IT is, but maybe everyone else does, and she doesn't dare ask. Her friend, two weeks younger than her, is talking in the voice reserved for ghost stories, and the creaking swings are making her feel sicker than when her mum drives over the bumps in the road too fast. She clings on tight to the chains, and tries not to think about the story of what happens if you are dared to lick the cold metal.
"But she did. Do you know what happens when babies are born? It takes a reaaaally long time. Hours and hours. Sometimes days. And do you know why it hurts so much? Because the baby has to rip a hole between the woman's legs to escape. But they've only got really little fingernails, and no teeth, so they can only rip a bit at a time. They get stronger as they go, because of all the blood, but at the start it's like trying to pull a plaster off super-slowly - just when you're sure it's not going to hurt too much, it does. Then stops, so you think it's over..."
She glances across to the school door, where a harrassed-looking mother is beckoning impatiently. "Come on. We need to get changed." and jumps down neatly, leaving the other girl clinging queasily to both swings as they creak to a stop.
"Narissa. Can you get changed all by yourself? Good girl, the hairbrush is just there, take those braids out. Kathy, sweetheart - come here, do you have stagefright? You're looking quite pale...oh, don't cry, you're going to make a lovely Mary..."
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Date: 2012-01-23 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-23 04:28 pm (UTC)(Actually, that could make any interesting pair of challenges - write a continuity piece from so early in your PC's background that they COULD have ended up in another venue; and/or write an alt-universe piece about how your PC turned out if circumstances had been different and they'd ended up as another splat ;)
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Date: 2012-01-23 11:32 pm (UTC)I don't know how I feel about recycling challenges. I remember I did like that challenge and it does throw up some really interesting stuff.
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