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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 17:01:40 GMT -5
Levi
She looked at me straight on, trying to suppress a grin at her little victory of getting me to agree to talking.
"Ask me anything." She replied nonchalantly like she was ready to tell me whatever I wanted to hear. She leaned back against the wall and stretched her legs out in front of her waiting for my question.I started popping my knuckles while I thought, giving an array of "hmm"s and "um"s as I did. What would be the easiest thing to start with? Something not too serious. . .
"Okay, where did you come from? Family, town, home life, things like that." I said, leaning in with interest. It seemed like a good enough starting point and it'd tell me a little about the type of person she was before she got into any kind of trouble.
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Post by Breanne..(: on Feb 18, 2015 17:20:28 GMT -5
Zayna
Levi popped his knuckles, letting out an array of ‘hmm’s’ and ‘uhm’s’ as he did so before finally asking, “Okay, where did you come from? Family, town, home life, things like that.” I pursed my lips slightly, thankful for an easy start.
“Well.. When I was arrested, I was living in a small town in New Mexico with the only family I had; my mom and dad. It wasn’t really my home though.. No where was. We moved around too often for me to ever really settle in anywhere. But honestly, I never cared because as long as I had my parents.. I was happy. My parents gave me everything I could’ve ever wanted, despite the fact that we were always on the go from one place to another. They were good people..” I paused and looked down at my hands, letting the thoughts of my parents wash over me. “You would’ve like them. They were high profile rebels; always looking for the next rally or event they could take part in.”
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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 20:07:11 GMT -5
Levi
She pursed her lips and then started to think.
"Well. . . When I was arrested, I was living in a small town in New Mexico with the only family I had; my mom and dad. It wasn't really my home though. . . Nowhere was. We moved around too often for me to ever really settle in anywhere. But honestly, I never cared because as long as I had my parents. . . I was happy. My parents gave me everything I could've ever wanted, despite the fact that we were always on the go from one place to another. They were good people. . ." She paused and looked down at her hands, fidgeting absently with them. "You would've liked them. They were both profile rebels; always looking for the next rally or event they could take part in."
"What happened?" I asked, wondering how they got torn apart. "Did they get arrested when you did?"
((Dude so she could totally just get all quiet and be like 'No. . . It's my turn to ask a question now.' and leave him wondering))
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Post by Breanne..(: on Feb 18, 2015 21:38:09 GMT -5
((DUDE!!!! I was thinking the exact same thing!!! xD))
Zayna
“What happened to them?” Levi asked curiously. “Did they get arrested when you did?”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “No.. But it’s my turn to ask a question now,” I replied, quickly shutting down the conversation. I knew eventually, I’d have to tell him about my parents but for now, it was still my own little haunting memory that I wasn’t sure I could tell anyone else without breaking down. “So how’d you get that scar on your face?” I asked, referring to a light pink line running across the bridge of his nose towards his right eyebrow.
((And btw, if you tell me different, I'll change how his scar looks lol I just was trying to be descriptive))
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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 21:55:28 GMT -5
((Your description is fine! lol))
Levi
Zayna closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"No," She said, shutting down the conversation and then picking it up again. "But it's my turn to ask a question now." Her eyes searched my face for a moment and then focused as she picked her question.
"So how'd you get that scar on your face?" She asked, pointing to one that runs across the bridge of my nose traveling up to my right eyebrow. I touched the thin line that dented my skin in a fine, pink line as my mind traveled back and I tried to remember where it came from. Was it from before or after I got taken?
"If I remember right I think it happened the night I got taken prisoner. The entire rally turned into a riot and when I was being arrested I tried to fight but they beat me down. I'm not sure what exactly caused it, probably part of one of the guards' uniforms scratched it while I tried to get away. I just know it was fresh when I woke up in solitary confinement." I pulled on my upper lip with my thumb and finger while I searched my memory to make sure that was right. "Yeah, I think that's more or less how it got there. . . But anyway, you said your parents were rebels, what about you?" I glanced up and down at her, small, young, and seemingly docile. She didn't seem to be any kind of threat but she was smart and knew how to handle herself, and that could make a person more dangerous than anything against the world we lived in.
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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 22:07:42 GMT -5
((Btw I'm looking up name meanings just for the heck of it and Levi is Hebrew and means 'attached' and Zayna is Arabic and means 'beauty'  )) |
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Post by Breanne..(: on Feb 18, 2015 22:10:00 GMT -5
Zayna
"BLAH BLAH BLAH.. But anyway, you said your parents were rebels, what about you?" he asked, glancing up and down at me. I knew he was taking in my size and I rolled my eyes as I imagined what he was thinking about ‘poor, fragile’ me.
“Honestly, I’m not sure what I am. I know I’m not for the government and never will be..,” I started, contemplating my answer. “But I was just a kid when I was taken prisoner and I’ve never had a chance to be anything. I’ve never had to define myself before so I don’t know where I’d place myself.” I shrugged, knowing how lost I must seem. “Maybe one of these days I’ll figure it out though. Until then.. Why are you such a big deal to the government? You’re so young.. So why are they so interested in you?”
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Post by Breanne..(: on Feb 18, 2015 22:10:38 GMT -5
((AND HAHA! Nice!!))
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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 22:13:34 GMT -5
(( Nixon is a surname meaning Nicholas' son, but can also be a shortening of Nicholas which came from the name Nike who was the Greek goddess of victory lol Lennox is Gaelic and means 'one who lives in an area surrounded by elm trees' and is also associated with noblemen, Erynn is Gaelic and means Ireland (so I named a character Ireland xD) and Xera is basically it's own thing doing whatever it wants! Haha I feel like some of these fit the characters in weird ways!))
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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 22:28:36 GMT -5
Levi
She noticed I was eyeing her and she rolled her eyes at me, shaming me with her expression. "Blahbady blah blah blaaaaah, I was only a kid. . . Maybe one of these days I'll figure it out though. Until then. . . Why are you such a big deal to the government? You're so young, so why are they interested in you?"
"And that's where Nixon comes in. Sort of anyway," I started off like this was the part of the story where things were about to start making sense. "My uncle is Silas West, the leader of most of the organized rebel groups. I went to live with him when I was thirteen and I begged to be put through the training program, but instead he decided to use me as a rally leader because I was good at getting everyone all riled up, especially being so young and full of energy... I did that for a couple of years until I was taken. It was actually Nixon's plan to take me. He worked with the higher ups who allowed him to form a team and lead a brigade that launched an attack on my rally and in the mess they took me. Over the past three years Nixon has been in charge out it all, trying to work out some kind of plan to use me as a pawn or an example that would hit home and make everyone fear what would happen to them if they were caught. I'm betting it was a plight to stop the riots, but I don't think it worked. That's probably why I'm out here, but honestly I don't have any idea what's gone on with the revolution since I got canned. Now, that's the basics of why they wanted me, got me and how they tried to use me, so, why are *you* so important to them? They locked you up when you were only a kid- why?"
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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 22:39:04 GMT -5
(( MORE NAME MEANINGS! ))
((Rhys-Welsh-Enthusiatic))
((Jacqueline-French-May God Protect))
((Isaac-Hebrew-He Laughs))
((Cameron-Scottish-Crooked))
((Xade-YOLO-SWAG))
((Elyssa-Greek-From the Blessed Isles))
((I think that's all!))
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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 22:44:37 GMT -5
((OH, and Breanne is Irish origin for Strong and Kensey is English origin and means King's Victory! We're cool B) ))
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Post by Breanne..(: on Feb 18, 2015 23:02:33 GMT -5
Zayna I stared at Levi, blinking more than necessary as my mind processed the childhood he had and everything he had been through since then. “Wow.. Well, uhm..,” I stuttered, trying to collect my thoughts. “This is where my parents come in.. Do you want the short version or the whole story?” ((Dude I love that! xD Some of those really do fit in the weirdest way possible..  )) ((But mine and yours be rocking the cool scale!!) |
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Post by KenseyG on Feb 18, 2015 23:06:41 GMT -5
Levi
"You can just tell me whatever you're okay with, I don't wanna pry too deep." I told her sincerely. I had just laid out my life as bluntly as I could have, leaving out so much but still letting her know the brunt of what I'd gone through. She could do the same with me, but I could tell she was reluctant in a sensitive way, not a mistrusting one.
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Post by Breanne..(: on Feb 18, 2015 23:29:26 GMT -5
((Just decided not to drag it out too much and tell most of her back story now xD)) ((And btw, before this part and just somewhere in between all the questions, they should have like a not so serious part and ask what they weirdest habit is or their most embarrassing memory and junk or something. Just to make it interesting. Comical relief bro lol))
Zayna
“You can just tell me what you’re okay with; I don’t wanna pry too deep,” Levi replied, sounding so sincere that I couldn’t help but smile a little.
“I figure it’ll all come out eventually anyway.. And maybe this will give you an idea on why I don’t like talking about my past..” I cleared my throat and pulled my legs up to my chest, like it could keep me from falling apart while I let this boy I had known for only a day into my deepest scars.
“So like I said before, my parents were known rebels and the government was always chasing after them. That’s why we moved around so much. But one day I guess they decided the government was getting too close to capturing them and they decided they needed to go into hiding for a little while.. But they didn’t want to ruin my life by doing that.. So they dropped me off at a friends house and told me they’d be back soon, that they were going to a rally.” I paused for a moment and absently wrung my hands together as I stared off into space, recollecting that day so many years ago.
“I was nine at the time. I remember sitting at the front window for hours at a time.. Just waiting for them to walk up through the yard and knocking on the door to tell me they were sorry and that they loved me and that they decided to take me with them..” I sighed and rubbed my lips together. “Needless to say, they never came back. About two weeks later, the government found out where I was and they decided that if they couldn’t have my parents then, they’d take me to hold them over until they could get them. So they hauled me in, shoved me in a cell, and that’s where I’ve been ever since.”
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