You Shouldn't Have Done That (Mage + Open)

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Anneliese

My attempt at peace fails. I watch as things spin beyond my control. I don't know what they're talking about--my mother is just a collage of plastic and dye, with a little heart that shows through occasionally. I don't exactly have any feelings for her, but when she's genuine and not on a shopping high, I can tolerate the person that's inside. Father's the one that I can always stay in touch with--he's always there, no matter how rich he gets.

Watching parents die, though... that's luckily nothing I've ever had any experience with. I stuff the twenty back into my pocket and find the ground suddenly extremely interesting. The necklace was the girl's last memory of her mother. Obviously, her mother meant a lot to her. Then again, the thief didn't know how much the necklace meant to her, and he probably wouldn't have cared, either.

"Oh yeah? Don't you dare complain to me about watching your mother die, you rich brat." I wince, even though the words aren't aimed at me. Obviously he's not from here, but does he really think we're all rich brats? We may be rich, but I don't think I'm a brat. My sister can be one, sometimes, but I know for a fact that Father worked really hard to get his company started up. I remember many mornings when I'd wake up early to run, and I'd see him still awake, working out sums and calculations to determine how much merchandise to order to earn a profit. Mother works, too, but her job is easier. Her wages are less, too, though, so I don't see how anyone in my family is just rich without having to work for it. Except my sister and me, that is, but they probably wouldn't let us work anywhere, even if we wanted to.

"I bet your mother didn't work half as hard as mine did. Mine worked herself to the grave, making sure me and my brother were okay. Yours? She probably didn't work a day in her life." I'm a little amused. I'd like to ask him to define 'work' because all human beings work. Work is just converting energy into force, into action. Just by eating and breathing, one would be 'working'.

I lay low and watch for the other girl's response. They're both so worked up, I could feel it in the air. I'm starting to regret following them here--I should've known the girl wasn't as helpless as she looked. In the spur of the moment, the chance of having an exciting day got the better of me, again. I sigh. Oh boy.

[sapphire]

Mage Knight
Outfit: Sorry this is REALLY late

At first when, I here his words, I am almost startled, but I quickly shake the feeling from my heart. I look down, still rubbing the necklace in my pocket. I turn away, glancing back, I say, "No... I don't. I never had a father."
My words are dark, and flat, but yet full of meaning. My black dress sways in the slight breeze. The words hurt, but my mind is elsewhere, in my memories.

Me and my mom were running through a field of flowers. Bright pinks, yellows, and a layer of green underneath. I was happy then, truly happy. That was the day, my mom gave me the necklace that was almost taken from me today. After, running through the large meadow we were having a laughing fit, and rolling in the sweet aroma fulfilling flowers. After some time, we had finally stopped laughing and smiling, my mom said, "Little Angel," that's what she called me, "I have something, for you." She took out a little white box, with a yellow ribbon wrapping around it. I smiled at the little gift, wondering what was inside.
"I never want you to lose this, but if you do, remember this, The chest holds many secrets within your heart."

When, I finally came back to reality, tears were in my eyes, and I was clutching the necklace in my hand tightly. I take it out of my pocket, and remove the chain, dropping it on the cement beside me. I take the charm in my hands, and hold it against my heart. "The chest holds many secrets within your heart," I mumble through the tears that were now slowly streaming down my face.

The breeze was still making my dress sway, and my shoulder-length hair was swaying too. I let my side bangs fall over my left eye. Everything seems frozen to me, just me, the chest, and the breeze, all alone. My own entire world, full of memories. I mumble something through my staggering breath, "I love you, mom."

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((OOC:Wow, this was a really good post. I am definitely getting better as an RPer. ^^))

[Kichirou "Ki" Yoshida]

Ki had begun to unintentionally ignore Annaliese, at this point. She wasn't really talking and she was basically staying out of the whole thing anyway. Besides, she was too young. The only one now who seemed to have a problem was the older girl. And yes, Ki really was beginning to think she had serious problems. As in, mental issues.

Maybe he'd picked a fight with the wrong girl.

I turn away, glancing back, I say, "No... I don't. I never had a father."

As she spoke, Ki could see that she was no longer focusing on him. Something about his words must have caused her to remember something. He watched her carefully, watched as she seemed to be suffering some inner turmoil. He didn't know what was going on, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Like she was using voodoo on him or something...Or maybe he was just feeling guilty.

A moment later, and the girl was in tears, clutching her necklace like her life depended on it. Ki could only stare at her, confused.

"The chest holds many secrets within your heart," I mumble through the tears that were now slowly streaming down my face.

Ki continued to stare at her. None of this was making any sense. Why was he still here? "...What?" was all he could think to ask her, his voice now softer than it had been a moment before.

He didn't know anything about this girl, about her life or about her family. Absolutely nothing. All he knew was that she was a Capitolite, and a very strange one at that.

He watched as she spoke again, though this time it was so difficult to hear her that he had to strain his ears.

I mumble something through my staggering breath, "I love you, mom."

There was a long moment's silence between the three, in which Ki felt like a major *sshole for absolutely no reason. Really, there wasn't a reason to feel like that. He might have said some mean things, yeah, but maybe this girl had deserved those words. So why did he feel so crappy?

Running a hand through his hair, he looked up at the girl and asked hesitantly, "...Are you okay?"

He glanced behind him for a second, pondering again if he should just leave. He wasn't good with dealing with other people's emotions. It might just be better if he left now.