The forest. With Nikolas. And a wrench? Are we playing Clue? [PRIVATE; ALEXERS]

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sadie parker rowland

"perfection is key."

If a girl screams in an empty, cold forest does anyone hear her? Does that girl make a sound? Sadie hugs herself and lets out an earpiercing yelp. It's not a call for help. It's not a yell for attention. It's rather, simply, a tsunami wiping over her mind, bursting the cities of herself.

Sadie breathes in, hovering over the slanting, thin, branch, barely holding her weight (not as if she's fat). She stretches her arms out and steadies herself as she walks across the branch. The tree leans upwards, causing the branch to be steeper and thinner. Her foot catches upon some weed and moss, wrapping itself around the tree. She yanks herself free, slipping off the branch and landing on top of a fresh patch of green grass, escaping a giggle from her lips.

If a girl giggles in an empty, cold forest, does she make a sound?

The forest. With Nikolas. And a wrench? Are we playing Clue? [PRIVATE; ALEXERS] Images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRz8-SJjS5OvE4WZrdId5OUd0GDx6_H8C44IZjOjkyYYDDqThKXhA

NIKOLAS BROWN, SON OF NEMESIS

"I've become a mess, all I want to do..."

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Lately, I have been preferring the company of the forest to actual people. Maybe it's the quiet, maybe its the trees, I dunno. So, I was taking my daily walk in the forest. With my iPod earbud in my ear playing Linkin Park, my feet tromp against the forest floor. I then heard a yelp. Intrigued, I follow the noise. I also heard a giggle. I break into a jog.

Soon I come upon the source of the noise. A girl. She was around my age, and pretty cute. Smirking, I move a bit closer so shecan see me clearly. "Oh. It was just you, huh?" My hands were in my lumberjack checked hoodie 's pockets, and a Yankee cap covered my head.

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"...is be more like me, and be less like you."

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Sadie nods, carefully, before releasing two syllables, "Yuppers." she pulls herself up with her knees, "Sadie." she faces him, extending a hand before quickly pulling it backwards, brushing her fingers through her hair. She loves 'pranks' (no matter how lame that was). She was born on April Fool's. It's in her nature.

She cocks one trimmed brow, skywards, "Were you in the forest with a on April 1st, 1995?" she deadpans, "'Cause I sure wasn't." Clue was (and still is) her favorite board game, with Sadie being a fun-loving, dry-humored investigator. She likes to tease and get people's attention a few days before her birthday--so this is her chance.

Her favorite stuffed animal (a hippo) hooks onto her denim leggings beltloop as she clutches the soft velvet material. Her TWLOHA shirt is hidden by a black leather jacket. The leggings tuck into her custom-made colorful Nike's she bought two week earlier (trying to complete her collection).

I smilre at the corner of my mouth as her hand is pulled away. A pranker, huh? Intresting. "I'm Nikolas. Call me Nik." I adjust my cap and lean against a giant Oak tree. Listening to Sadie's question, I respond almosy immediately. "Why no, I don't think so, for I was only born three months before. Not that I would even be allowed a wrench anyway." The tip of my brown workboot buries itself in the slight muddy ground. "Most people wouldn't trust me, being a son of Nemesis and all..."

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"Phooey." Sadie purses her lips, forming a pout. She folds her right arm across her breastbone, clutching her left, and leaning backwards on her spine. She always loves hearing other people's responses to something like so (especially when they play along). It amuses her (she's easily amused).

Sadie faces Nik, yet her eyes roll skywards, captivated by nature (almost as if she were in a trance). In a brief moment, she blinks, almost startled, in a jerky motion. "So what brings you here?" Sadie questions (almost detective-like).

"So, Nik...." she attempts to conjure up a nickname, "Nik.... Nikki. Nickel. Nikkers." her brown eyes widen and her smile softens into a smirk, "Nickelodeon." what a perfect nikname. She has special names for everyone--good or bad (whether they knew it or not) for anyone.

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