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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 17:58:21 GMT
Wonderful. Just freaking wonderful.
There are times in her life where Jing Ying wished her daddy hadn't taught her better, just so she could kick the living bejeezus out of some of those old geezers who claimed to know what it was they were doing. Eight whole months, that's how long it took them to form a basic theorized graph about the new ancient scripture they dug up. Eight whole minutes, that's how long it took the young prodigy to decipher the whole thing based on simplistic explanations according to the contents and how the scriptures are drawn. Even then, they refused to acknowledge her work, and instead chose to ban her from the excavation site for a solid month. Ludicrous!
And so here she was. Instead of choosing to brood in her own room, where she'd probably be sulking in a corner, pissed beyond belief by the apparent 'restraining order' in which she's received from those so-called researchers, she chose a different route - venting her frustrations by going on a 2-3 day hiking trip up the woods. The fact that those no-good bastards would amount to saying that she's only there because of her father's reputation, it sort of dawned on her just how much of a business this was, and that it was no different than any other corporate behind-the-desk nine-to-five job everyone else had. The whole belief of 'If you can't beat the best, do what you can to get him the hell out of here before you're the one getting sacked' summed up the whole ordeal fairly accurately.
Since it was the middle of the week, and her lecturers were overseas participating in a strange masquerade of sorts, her class had a good week off. The young girl did not have that many friends, and the only time she'd even interact with any of her classmates would be when she's asked a question, or if the conversation was initiated by someone else. It would only be natural for her to expect a good few days of rest and relaxation by her lonesome.
Strapped tightly to her back was obviously a backpack filled with essential survival equipment, clean water, a few changes of clothes along with cooking utensils. She's had her fair share of experiences like these when travelling across the globe with her father, and she's been through her fair share of dangerous expeditions across barren lands and lifeless deserts. With a Pocky wedged between her lips and half a packet left strapped to her belt, she trudged on forward, heading deeper into the forest in search of a more suitable location for her escapades.
Here's to hoping that the cool breezes of Mother Nature would successfully dampen the flames boiling deep within the core of the girl's very being. Or.. at least.. maybe chill it out a little. | WORDS: words TAGS: person
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CREDIT: LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 13:47:43 GMT
Three years had passed since Lane Shields and Rizzles the Boxer had first laid eyes upon the least popular location of Nova Athenis. Detached from material living, the wilderness offered it's quiet solitude with 90% guaranteed relaxation. Far from the active settlers of the City, whom went about their routinely monotone lives, was a favored retreat for Lane and her beloved companion, who trotted ahead, clearly excited to be among the wilderness again. Since their arrival in Nova three years prior, the two had made it apart of their own routine - though less monotone - to vacate from society and get some nature time in. Laney, who wore a relaxed smile, along with a muscle t and cargo pants, was quite fond of the natural setting; reminding her of the woods that had surrounded the farm in her childhood. Without the broken bones and awful roughhousing gashes that came with trying to fight in trees, any way.
From the dirtied state of her attire, knees and haphazard splatter of mud across her cheek in combination with Rizzles' current mattered fur state, it was apparent the two had been venturing for a while. They'd been tromping throughout the wilderness for the past day and a half now and their less-than-societal living was flaunting itself. Especially considering the makeshift spear in her hand, which really was just a strong stick with a sharpened end, and the fish bundle which hung from her other. When she departed from society, she did so fully; taking only an empty water canister, a knife, and her hands and legs. More than enough to survive for a badass like her, of course. And Rizzles' companionship provided the only other thing she'd of needed; keen ears and nose. Which picked up on things that ought to be avoided or investigated. Though, rare was it to run into any dangerous creatures. It was still apart of the city, after all. And honestly? Who the fuck would want to live so close to humans when they didn't have to?
"Ughhraauf!"
The boom of the tan colored boxer's bark seemed to reverberate throughout the woods, vibrating louder with each additional bark that threw itself out. Hmm? Following the suspicion filled eyes of the old gal, Laney would find herself peering through the woods, watching the partial silhouette of another moving ahead. That 10% left over from guaranteed relaxation showing itself then, because it only existed to fill in when other humans invaded the area as well. Though, it would be she and Rizzles doing the interrupting, for the dog was off soon after she acknowledged what it was she was seeing, her finely toned muscles flexing as she jolted off in pursuit. A chase that only covered twenty feet, as she skittered through the bushes and out onto the trail behind the hapless hiker, her barking ending with low rumbling growls as Lane approached from behind. "Chill your shit." Words skipped out as she emerged and emerald pools assessed the absolutely least intimidating specimen of human she'd ever seen in her times out among the woods. Why didn't Rizzles pick that up? Overprotective, gal, aren't you? Though her inner dialogue was pleased and proud, her expression bore calm apathy as she told her to sit. Before turning an apologetic glance at the girl, "Sorry for that. She's more cautious out here. Are you.." eyes skipped to the pocky that hung from her lips, to her backpack and still clean appearance, typical for a hiker but, Laney couldn't help but wonder if the girl was suited for such a setting, "..lost?"
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