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[numberfive]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

LIEBE CHANSON HAD JUST SPENT A GOOD THREE HOURS IN THE ORCHARDS, AND WAS
now bounding down the dirt path that lead to her family's house. Her legs felt like rubber beneath her, and her cheeks were pink from the oncoming wind. She ran directly into it, inwardly beating herself up over the extra hour her work had managed to consume. Each day after school, a group of teenagers would gather together and wait for their daily assignment in the fields, something that Lie personally enjoyed more than the actual schoolwork. Now that Autumn was officially amongst them, Lie could expect more often than not to be placed in the apple orchards. She was noticed as one of the more qualified for such a job amongst the teenagers, if only for her long and limber build. Flexing her fingers, she drew her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled on it as her pace slowed, and she entered the town square.

ALTHOUGH NOT ALWAYS BUSTLING, LIE COULD ALWAYS EXPECT TO SEE AT LEAST A FEW familiar faces moving about in this common area. She had made many memories in this square, having frequented the area almost daily for her fourteen years of life. It wouldn't be acceptable for Lie to continue sprinting through the square with no legitimate emergency, so she slowed and allowed her chest to heave as she gulped in great lungfuls of the crisp fall air. Her nose tickled as the scent of a stew wafted from a nearby building, and her stomach grumbled. Closing her eyes momentarily, she imagined having just indulged herself to a heavy meal, a mental trick she had taught herself years ago to curb the constant hunger. To Lie, if her little brother and/or parents got even one mouthful more of food from her leftovers, it was worth it. She ate just enough to stay functional, and not a mouthful more, if she could help it.

HER NOSE TWITCHING, LIE CHECKED THE WATCH SHE ALWAYS WORE ON HER WRIST AND
groaned inwardly. She was almost fifteen minutes late to dinner, and she knew her mother wasn't going to be happy. Although generally relaxed and calm, her mother did have a few quirks upon which she was insistent, and punctuality was one of those quirks. Knotting her fingers in her hair, she pressed her teeth down harder into her bottom lip in thought, contemplating whether it would be better to hurry up and get home or to perhaps scrounge up some extra coins and try to bring home a loaf of bread to go with dinner. Her eyes scanned the ground, muddy and imprinted witht he footprints of the day's visitors. Sometimes, if she was lucky, Lie would find some extra pocket change that had been dropped.

SEVERAL FAMILIAR FACES HAD PASSED BY, SOME ACKNOWLEDGING THE GIRL

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that appeared to have some sort of fascination with the footprints they were leaving behind. It couldn't have been too long that she had been surveying the ground before a glint of metal caught her eye. Smirking, she weaved through a small clump of people and squatted to examine her find. With no regard for cleansliness, Lie picked the coin out of the mud and wiped it off on her shirt. Reaching into her pocket, she came out with a few more bits and quickly counted them. If she was persuasive enough, she might be able to persuade a vendor to part with his day-old loaf of bread. She quickly straightened herself back up, when she felt a strong figure collide with her, knocking her back on her bottom. "Hey! Would you watch where you're-"[/color] Her wide eyes looked up and she cut her statement short as she took in the sight before her.

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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

I'm more than just a number, I doubt you'll find another
so every single summer, I'll be the one that you remember

The harvest season was already winding down, but they were still in the midst of the last big push. Marshelder had been in the orchards since sunrise, his dark flesh slick with sweat within minutes. He had taken a few breaks (necessary ones) throughout the day, but it had been long, and warm, and had required him to use every muscle in his body. A few ached as he wove through the trunks, slapping every other one. It felt good to have some soreness, to know that he would have more muscles in the morning. He was tired, to be sure, but he was also pumped. It was late afternoon and he had all night to do whatever he pleased, so long as he showed up for work at day break the next morning.

So, he took himself to the market, even though he didn't have any money. Being in the square was the best people-watching opportunity in the district. And Marsh loved to watch himself some people. He'd broken off from his regular posse as they went to wash up. He needed to, no doubt, but he wanted to get a read on the square first. Some days hardly anyone showed up after working the orchards, especially so late in the harvest. But, sometimes it was packed, and he wanted to have his pick of the litter, so to speak.

Usually his friends and Marsh divided up the eligible young ladies of the square into teams. They joke about the hottest one, tease each other about their choices. And then, theoretically, they were supposed to actually approach said targets... but that didn't usually happen. By the time they'd bantered and worked up enough courage, it was getting dark and the girls had other things to do. Marsh assumed. He'd never thought to ask what they did after their work. He just went home, ate and slept. But girls - he got the impression that they kept busy all the time.

Of the group of lost boys, Marsh was by far the most likely to strike up a conversation. He did in the orchards, at school, when opportunity struck. It was a different matter approaching a girl when he was solo than when he was with his boys. There was more pressure to perform, somehow, and he liked chilling with them enough not to worry about it. But girls, they were awesome. He liked that they were so mysterious. There weren't a lot of them milling around the square that evening, but a few were definitely pretty.

Marsh shoved his hands into his front jeans pockets, ducked his chin, and crossed the square. He was still formulating a plan when a girl popped up out of nowhere. He couldn't exactly stop his momentum, but seriously, where had she come from? Marsh smacked right into her, the aforementioned muscles making the impact a lot harsher than he would have liked. Usually when he had the opportunity to touch a girl, he would just barely graze her hand. This was like the wrestling ball game he played with his bros. It was just totally wrong.

"Oh shit," he breathed as soon as he untangled himself from her. Marsh was back on his feet in an instant, his dusty, sweaty palm held out. "You okay? I'm such an ass. I didn't even see you there."

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[numberfive]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

RESTING HER EYES ON THE BOY IN FRONT OF HER, LIE FELT A ROSY BLUSH CREEP
up her cheeks. He had a round, boyish face familiar to Lie from the many times she'd worked alongside him in the field. Nevertheless, they had never exchanged words nor feelings- She doubted he even recognized her. Scrambling to her feet, she pushed her hair back from her forehead and immediately regretted it as she left behind a streak of mud. She sighed and closed her eyes briefly, swallowed, and once again looked the other up and down.


HE WASN'T MUCH OF A LOOKER. THAT MUCH WAS CERTAIN, BUT LIE WASN'T THE TYPE TO
judge a book by its cover. She had straightned to her full height, but quickly hunched her shoulders and scowled upon realizing the height difference between the two. Usually she didn't mind the way she towered over the other girls, but being taller than a boy just felt wrong/ No matter how she felt about the other, whenever Lie ran into another whom she towered over she'd instinctively tuck her arms into herself and hunch forward, trying to minimize her size and appear less intimidating. His words fell upon deaf ears, as her mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an appropriate response.

AT FOURTEEN, LIE HAD JUST BEGUN TO TAKE AN INTEREST IN THE OPPOSITE SEX,
however surprising this may be to her peers. She had always put out the image of being humorless, and hard to crack, rarely showing any sort of emotion. She had begun to notice the toned, washboard abs sported by many of the other boys from hours upon hours in the fields day in and day out, and couldn't help but feel her heartrate accelerate whenever a boy got a bit too close to her. She was a loner for the most part, and liked it that way. People tended to test Lie's patience, and although she sometimes got lonely, she would never admit this to anyone. Her eyes looked back at the boy, wide and piercing. His apologies were frantic and she smirked a little as she appreciated the way his biceps flexed, and his eyebrows rose when he spoke.

SHE BLINKED A FEW TIMES, AS SHE STARED ENDLESSLY, UNABLE TO REALIZE HOW
stupid she must look, letting this boy babble endlessly without offering up any sort of response. She was aware that she had a sour-looking face and worried that he must already be scared of her. "What am I going on about?"

[/color] She thought to herself. "He doesn't even like me- Or know me! I don't even know who he is! He must think I'm mute- Why can't I think of anything to say?!"[/color] Her mind was racing and she feared her face might give away her nervousness. Nibbling her bottom lip, Lie then made the abrupt decision to do something completely uncharacteristic of herself. Sticking her hand out straight, nearly into this boy's abdomen, she rapidly spit out, "I'm Liebe. Liebe Chanson. Lie, actually." Her eyebrows knitted together and she willed her voice not to crack. "You are?"

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