Post by castra on Jul 28, 2012 2:03:48 GMT -8
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[style=width:350px; color:#414141; font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing:1px; float:center; padding:2px; margin: 2px; overflow: auto; height: 450px]He had to see it again. He just had to. The seasons were changing, how could he have forgotten? It was at risk. He needed to get there fast and check up on it, and with his water pot in hand that is exactly what he planned to do. The only problem standing between him and that flower was the distance, which was easily cleared in his haste. He was panting by the time he reached the mountains, and that was only half the battle. The flower was rare, and only grew on select cliffs. He knew exactly how many there were though, and used this to advantage. Five. He was looking for five of these special mountain-dwelling flowers.
It was easy to reach the first three -- check them, water them if they needed it. Luckily for Celino, there was a spring for him to refill his watering pot and take a rest momentarily, but then he was on the move again. He needed to get off this mountain before it got too late, there were people who gathered in the Daisy District that he'd like to avoid. Not everyone appreciated a man who cared for flowers, it was why Thalia was really his only friend here. She not accepted him, she appreciated him. He paused at a cliff that overlooked the ocean, the salty breeze billowing his hair in all directions. He was bound to have sticky hair because of that, but now he wanted to go to the beach.
Celino shrugged it off and continued, he had a job to do before he did anything else. Finally, he was at the last flower. Only he didn't remember this one being in such a dangerous place.... His brows furrowed, how was he supposed to get out there to it? He shuffled on his feet as he pondered this. The flower was hanging on the side of the cliff now, the side that faced land. If it was on the other side, this would be a whole other matter entirely. One slip here and he would splat against the land like a bug, on the other side he had a chance of survival. Even if he didn't know how to swim exactly. Well, he would just have to not fall then. Worse case scenario was that he broke something. He kept repeating that to himself as he set his watering pot down, inching forward carefully.
Celino eventually got on his knees and leaned forward, trying to reach the leaf with his fingers, to see if it even needed nourishment. He was inching precariously close to the edge, beads of sweat trickling down his face. Damn, this was such a stupid thing to do. He bet even Thalia would just let the plant go, die and wilt if that was its fate. But Celino couldn't, he needed to be sure it was okay. He let out a sigh of relief when his fingers finally brushed the leaves of the flower, but the relief was short-lived. he heard something cracking, like a snapping sound. It was loud, and terror instantly seized his heart. Shit. The cliff was breaking. He scrambled to back up, but it was too late.
As the he was on cliff broke off from the rest of the rock structure, he fell forward and grabbed the flower in his hand, bringing it to his chest as he turned his body, now falling with his back facing the ground. This was it. He was certain he was going to die like this. Snap his spine, be eaten by some wild animal, or maybe survive and simply die from lack of nourishment because he couldn't move. All these terrible scenarios flashed through his mind as his life practically raced across his gaze. He had never expressed himself, all this time. He spent his entire life bottling everything up, responding to people with flowers rather than words, and now it was all over. He was going to get a second chance. All for a flower. He really hoped it all worth it in end, closing his eyes tightly to try and prepare himself for the impending impact.
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[/td][/tr][/table][style= font-size:9px; font-family:tahoma]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style][/center][style=width:350px; color:#414141; font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing:1px; float:center; padding:2px; margin: 2px; overflow: auto; height: 450px]He had to see it again. He just had to. The seasons were changing, how could he have forgotten? It was at risk. He needed to get there fast and check up on it, and with his water pot in hand that is exactly what he planned to do. The only problem standing between him and that flower was the distance, which was easily cleared in his haste. He was panting by the time he reached the mountains, and that was only half the battle. The flower was rare, and only grew on select cliffs. He knew exactly how many there were though, and used this to advantage. Five. He was looking for five of these special mountain-dwelling flowers.
It was easy to reach the first three -- check them, water them if they needed it. Luckily for Celino, there was a spring for him to refill his watering pot and take a rest momentarily, but then he was on the move again. He needed to get off this mountain before it got too late, there were people who gathered in the Daisy District that he'd like to avoid. Not everyone appreciated a man who cared for flowers, it was why Thalia was really his only friend here. She not accepted him, she appreciated him. He paused at a cliff that overlooked the ocean, the salty breeze billowing his hair in all directions. He was bound to have sticky hair because of that, but now he wanted to go to the beach.
Celino shrugged it off and continued, he had a job to do before he did anything else. Finally, he was at the last flower. Only he didn't remember this one being in such a dangerous place.... His brows furrowed, how was he supposed to get out there to it? He shuffled on his feet as he pondered this. The flower was hanging on the side of the cliff now, the side that faced land. If it was on the other side, this would be a whole other matter entirely. One slip here and he would splat against the land like a bug, on the other side he had a chance of survival. Even if he didn't know how to swim exactly. Well, he would just have to not fall then. Worse case scenario was that he broke something. He kept repeating that to himself as he set his watering pot down, inching forward carefully.
Celino eventually got on his knees and leaned forward, trying to reach the leaf with his fingers, to see if it even needed nourishment. He was inching precariously close to the edge, beads of sweat trickling down his face. Damn, this was such a stupid thing to do. He bet even Thalia would just let the plant go, die and wilt if that was its fate. But Celino couldn't, he needed to be sure it was okay. He let out a sigh of relief when his fingers finally brushed the leaves of the flower, but the relief was short-lived. he heard something cracking, like a snapping sound. It was loud, and terror instantly seized his heart. Shit. The cliff was breaking. He scrambled to back up, but it was too late.
As the he was on cliff broke off from the rest of the rock structure, he fell forward and grabbed the flower in his hand, bringing it to his chest as he turned his body, now falling with his back facing the ground. This was it. He was certain he was going to die like this. Snap his spine, be eaten by some wild animal, or maybe survive and simply die from lack of nourishment because he couldn't move. All these terrible scenarios flashed through his mind as his life practically raced across his gaze. He had never expressed himself, all this time. He spent his entire life bottling everything up, responding to people with flowers rather than words, and now it was all over. He was going to get a second chance. All for a flower. He really hoped it all worth it in end, closing his eyes tightly to try and prepare himself for the impending impact.
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