Innocence is Bliss [Fae]

@"Fae"
Something was defiantly off about the playground today, yes, the kids were playing, but the problem was they paid no mind to the girl in the wheelchair, staring at them all, secret-longing in her chest which she had tried to wipe away with her perfectly kept hands, but of course it was no use. Her deep blue eyes watched after them in an emotion that could have been longing, if it were not for the content way her lips pressed together. As her brown locks bounced slightly. Her eye were searching thought, for something, or someone to torment.

Something out of the ordinary, and she’d suddenly jump for a chance at destroying that imperfect being, weather it by teasing, scaring, frightening or creeping them out, the girl, Marlon would not be ashamed to do so.

With her hands gripped on her wheels, she rolled herself around the premises of the playground. It was unsafe for her to actually go near it, and worse, be on it, with the state she’s in, so all she could really do is observe her victims from afar, there’s nothing wrong with that, right?

The wheelchair bound child lifted a delicate hand to her face and hummed in thought, resting her chin on her back hand. Her eyes told a story of boredom, a want even, as she looked for her next victim. Patting her pale lilac sundress down, the small girl titled Marlon let out a sigh and continued to hunt with her eyes.

Marlon stared simply at the adorable reasonably cute girl who approached her, seemingly cheerful. Her attire was one best suited for a child of her appearance, and it did seem to fit her quiet well. Based on her ears, which were in full view as her hair were tied back in two nice pigtails, the light brown haired girl would have to say she was either an elf, faerie or some other species with pointy ears that the nine year old hadn’t researched.

Her blue eyes finished surveying the girl, noting she was communicating through sign language, which could mean she is deaf or mute, more than likely mute thought. Marlon tried her best to figure out just what the girl was trying to communicate, she had learnt sign language in her younger years, before starlight academy came into play, as it was one of those classes where they made you sit in a circle in the class and do other things, back when she was a relatively ugly child.

Marlon smiles politely at her and removed her head from it resting spot on her hand, and politely clasped them in her lap. She tilted her head at the girl before answering.

“I wouldn’t say broken, more like… Weighed down.” It was true, maybe on the inside she could have been broken, but on the outside she was fabulous.

She clicked her tongue slightly before answering the next bit, of course Marlon was always last picked in games, nobody usually dared to ask her because they knew she wasn’t very good, but that didn’t stop her whenever she was asked, so Marlon’s face grew, her large eyes widening.
“I’d love to play, what do you have in mind?”

Marlon’s smile faltered as she glanced to the floor, her eyes looking at the dirt for a few seconds after the girls first reply. She toyed with her hands slowly before looking back up, her large and creepy smile back on her features.

“You could say they don’t work… Since that’s probably about right.”
All she was doing was confusing the childs innocence, muddling her mind with her strange talk. Marlon sat straighter and smiled wider, abnormally, looking at the girl with her wide eyes. Surely the child was either too innocent to realise a strange girl when she saw one, or maybe she knew just how to spot perfection?

Marlon nodded eagerly after the girls next bit, her mouth becoming smaller in smile diameter as the nine year old adjusted her own dress and thought for a moment. She had to play a game where she was actually able to play in a wheelchair, there was only a certain pace she could go before the wheelchair lost its balance and tipped, and the chair itself didn’t blend in very well, either did the nine year old whom it belonged too.

So for now, Alyona sat there like a dimwhit thinking of a game. What would a child of the younger childs age be able to play, and one Marlon could enjoy just as much… Maybe a game of tiggy would be simple…
Yes, she just had to wheel right.

“How about Tiggy?” She proposed.

Oh… Marlon forgot to use proper language and so the girl didn’t understand that tiggy is tag, which is perfectly fine, she is just a young girl. Marlon turned her head so her light brown hair slowly fell over her shoulder and rubbed her hands together lightly.

“You see… Tiggy is pretty much chasey, or tag, or whatever else people call it around here.” She said simply, nodding as she did so. “Well, it did use to be fun before this happened…” Marlon then gestured to her wheelchair, before she continued.

“You could say it’s fun, but I’ve honestly never tried it in a wheelchair before.” The green eyed girl finally admitted this, and hung her head in shame for a few moments before looking back at the child.

“So, what do you say, wish to play?”

The light brown haired girl let out a squeak as she was tagged, the unexpectedness of the improper way scared her, but she let it slide because it actually seemed… Pretty fun when not planned out. Marlon’s hands reached for her wheeled and she started pushing them forward, not as fast as she could, but relatively at a jogging pace as she wheeled towards the young girl.

Now was the time she didn’t want to look like a creeper, or somebody who does strange things to children because ‘the creepy girl’ is chasing another child. Marlon pushed her wheelchair again, now giggling as she tried to swerve around to catch the playful child, before reaching her hand out and brushing it over the girls shoulder lightly.

“You’re it.” She said, smiling softly before wheeling in a circle around the playground, thought slowly so the girl had a chance.