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[sarebear!]

let the world know we're alive ,
and here to chase the flashing light--just wait and see.

A squeel pierced the afternoon air followed by a loud thud and successive quieter ones. "Oh no! Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear." Emery's brown eyes looked up from the dirt she was now laying face-down in. There was a small smear of the mud on her nose and another streak across her forehead, like some ancient African tribal makeup. Her legs were pocketed with the pebble and from the burning on her left elbow she was sure she had a minor scrape. But it wasn't any of this that had the twenty-three year old worried. Actually, it was the apples scattered around her in the market square.

Just as quickly as she had fallen, Emery Carlisle was back on her feet, running after the rolling fruit. She would pick one up, toss it in the basket she left where she had fallen before pursuing another. The fruit were bruised, she had noticed. MeMe, the old slightly crazy woman who took care of her would notice as well, but probably not say anything. This usually happened when Em was sent on these sorts of errands--or any errands for that matter. She would return with either damaged goods or a damaged self.

Emery helped MeMe run her fruit stall. Usually by setting up shop and then trying to persuade customers to buy the produce. Em thought of herself as a pretty good saleswoman, and couldn't help but wonder what her parents would think if they saw her now. No way would they ever have kept her locked up if they could see just how well she could talk to people. What Emery didn't notice was how when she was blabbering away with customers, they would so often slip an apple or orange into their bags. It was safe to say the stall lost as much money as it earned because of her.

"You! Come back here," she called out to one apple which was still rolling down the road. Eventually, she was able to catch up to it and grabbed it quickly, smiling to herself. Hah, that stupid apple, it couldn't outrun her! Feeling rather accomplished, she turned to head back towards her basket before noticing it was gone. Emery started to panic as her head jerked around every direction trying to see if she had misplaced it. "Oh no, oh no, oh no." She began her usual mantra again. Good thing her parents couldn't see her now.

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[Kobayashi]

Wake up, take a shower, take a walk, train.
Ari sat on the edge of her cozy green bed, trying to blink herself awake. Her arms were stretched up, her mouth in a huge yawn. Let the water wake me, Ari thought, standing up. Her waist barely stood higher than the bed. Ari was so short for her age of fourteen, and way too shy and skinny.
Ari knelt down to the stand next to her bed, which contained three drawers, where Ari kept her clothes. The top drawer was for her undergarments, socks, and pajamas, where she took black socks and a pair of undergarments. The drawer under that held her shirts, where Ari took a dark red t-shirt. Jeans were contained in the last drawer, where Ari took black jeans.
Standing up, Ari looked around her room. On the other side of her bed is a wall, on the wall next to her stand is the door to the bathroom, and the wall next to her bed holds her closet. Opposite of the bed is the door leading to the rest of the house. Also, next to her closet door is a big window, and on her stand is a book she is reading and a lamp. The deep, dark red adds a nice touch to the room, too.
Ari walked out in the hallway, grabbed a towel from their towel closet, and went to take a shower.
After drying off and brushing her fiery orange hair with it's natural highlights, Ari dressed in her clothes. She hopped down their stairs and put on her black running shoes.
All was going according to plan, until along the walk, Ari felt a light tap on her shoe. Looking down, Ari saw a basket full of apples roll away, apples spewing out and rolling away.
"Oh," Ari whispered, surprised. She chased the basket down and grabbed the half-bruised apples that were rolling everywhere. Then, walking back to where she kicked the basket, Ari saw a woman looking for something. Holding up the basket, Ari asked, "Is this what your looking for?" She wasn't too inclined to tell the woman that she had kicked the basket, but she would if needed.
A soft breeze rolled by, making Ari's straight orange hair fly to the left. One looking at her may think that she was perfect.. except for that the fact that barely anyone knows her. With her shyness, no one notices her enough to the point of getting to know her, except for her family. Ari was actually a little worried that the woman didn't hear her.
The sun beat down on District Two, making Ari glad she wore one of her thin shirts. Nothing seemed to have much shadow, even though it was a little past the morning. The sun had been shining for a little bit, yes, but not enough so that it was so hot that it seemed like the high temperature for the day. It was just way too hot...
Ari blinked and turned her attention back to the woman.