Carefree and Careless

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A dark haired, green eyed girl wandered out of the school. She wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. After all, she didn't really know where all there was to go...yet. She hadn't exactly had much chance to look around since she'd arrived at Starlight.

The teenager, as usual, was wearing all dark colors, black shirt, blue jeans, and of course, her sword, in it's black sheath, hung at her side. Her hand rested lightly on the hilt.

Somehow, she ended up at the lake. She sat crossed legged on the cold ground. Petrova- as she called herself- leaned back a little, propping herself up with her elbows.

She was glad that she was all by herself. It was easier not knowing people, because that meant you didn't care about people. And not caring means being care-free, and that was all Peter wanted. She didn't want to have to worry about taking care of other people; it was hard enough to take care of herself.

But still, she couldn't help but wonder things. What her real name was, how old she really was. Who was her family? When was her birthday? How old was she?

Almost involuntarily her hand went up to the locket around her neck. It was stuck shut, and she couldn't get it open no matter how hard she tried. It was probably better that way. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what was inside.

She didn't want to belong to anyone. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to stay at Starlight. She wasn't sure if she would stay more than a few days.

[grr. It looked longer before I posted it. <_<]
 
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Adheera had been out walking around aimlessly on the school`s ground. She enjoyed the cold better than she did the hot weathers, but it didn't really make a difference to her since the cold never affected her. It never had in the past and never would. Her bare feet were plunging rapidly through the snow, carrying her at high speed though the forest.

Soon, the trees cleared and the young mixed colored haired girl sauntered over to the ice covered lake. Her flimsy white dress was slightly flapping behind her as she ran to the lake. She was happy today and a song was at her lips. She was humming one of the most disturbing songs she knew, but you would prefer no to ask. Her blue eyes were looking around with child like mirth, taking in everything as if she had never seen anything like that before.

She had allways loved nature and today she especially liked it. Today was a special day, it was the hog the bathtub day and she had managed to saty in it all morning. It had frustrated the roomates she had borrowed the tub from to no end to her own enjoyement. Then tomorrow was the ducktape day and she would participate in it if she was lucky enough to find ducktape.

She had washed herself with her own soap, as well as the tub before even thinking of setting a foot in there. Seing the lake, she ran even faster, only skidding to a halt when she had spun a couple of times on the ice. She smiled and fell dizzily to the ice, giggling as she tried to get back up on her feet. She had not seen the dark clad girl yet, but it would not be long.

Sliding as if she was skating, she traced idle drawing with her leathery toes. Yes, she had leathery toes, the underside of her feet had hardened so much after years of abuse that it could now be considered leather. It was why she never wore shoes, she was uncomfortable in them. They always seemed to restricting to her. Levelling her gaze on the shores, she was startled to see a form there, idly sitting in the snow.
 
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Petrova was still immersed in her own thoughts. More accurately, she wasn't really thinking about anything in particular now, but she still was deep in her thoughts of nothing.

When she heard a girl humming, she became alert. She watched as the girl slid on the ice. She was barefoot, and her white dress was light weight. Peter wandered how she wasn't frozen to death.

When the girl slipped on the ice, Pet remained still for a moment. She seemed to have trouble getting up...no, she was standing up now, and sliding around as though she were ice skating.

Petrova continued watching for a few minutes, but when the girl saw her, Peter looked down at her hands. She hoped that the girl wouldn't come over and talk to her. She did look the friendly sort, which worried Pet a little.

The friendly kind of person generally found a need to talk to people, and Peter was of the oppinion that talking was absolutely not neccessary in life. To her, talking was as worthless as being knocked out for a few days- merely a waste of time and life.

Petrova decided that if the girl spoke to her, she would ignore her. That probably wouldn't work, as she wasn't very good at being rude and ignoring people, especially ones who were as odd as the girl that was ice skating barefoot.
 
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