Memory Obliviónis {{open}}

[christian]

The clouds parted showering down a warmth on his upturned face. Sun beams danced over his slight smile, covered his small nose, and played on his closed eyes. Little kisses from heaven moved over his forehead, moved off his long bangs, and touched his chin. Summer. The delights of the warm months washed away the cares that had clouded his vision in the recent weeks. He let his thoughts rolls off his shoulders, drop to the sun filled ground, and disappear in a vapor. It was the best he could hope for, forgetting. Today was the perfect day for forgetting.

Still those memories lingered.

Her small form haunted his memory. He slightly lopsided smile, big bright eyes, and long flowing hair. She was his best pal, the one person he was comfortable sharing all his secrets, the one who captured his imagination like no other he had known in his short life. She was almost perfect, her tom-boy ways always making him giggle, while she never lost sight of her female counterpart closely guarded behind her sarcasm. She was his best friend, as far as he knew one of his only true friends, and he had ruined it all by almost telling her how he felt. Not even the sun could burn away the low feeling that rested harshly on his brow.

He frowned slightly.

His lips turned down, and his eyes opened and moved to the ground. A long line of ants were moving from some hidden place ants liked to hide, off to the grass close to his feet. A few of them carried small crumbs, or other pieces of food from someone's long forgotten picnic. Christian watched this line move, and wished for the first time, that he was an ant. Imagine life with the only worry being which meal would be next, how nice could that be? Or better! His eyes looked up to a few chirping birds on the limbs of the giant trees overhead. What would life be if he was a bird. He could spend his time singing in a tree, building a next, hunting for worms...

Christian did not want to eat worms.

He sighed and pushed the thoughts of escaping his real life out of his head. The crashed around him in an almost audible nature, and his eyes slipped shut once again. The clouds covered the sun's warm rays and he found himself once again thinking of how bad he had made a mess of things. Something needed to distract him, and when he almost jumped from his seat the birds took to wing and flew away. Christian leaped over the line of ants, and dashed to the nearest tree. His courage was up, and he did something he had never done in his life. Something that Elo might even laugh to see... Christian climbed a tree.

Limbs creaked under his small weight, and he swayed once and almost lost his balance. He clung to the massive trunk, almost ten feet above the ground and continued to climb. After a few more feet up, he perched on a limb and glanced to the ground below. His lips moved into a smile, and the sun once again broke through the clouds. Christian felt like he was on top of the world, and his mind raced to the sky. His thoughts flew from him in a rush, and he was happy. He would find a way to fix things. He would find the right words to say to Elo to make things right. He would find a way to make her see how he felt for her...

But first, he should consider how to get down from that tree...

Christian was stuck.

Tag: Open
Notes: Feel free to join, and be ready for Christian to make a fool of himself... it is quite possible.
Muse: Very even!

[flower]

Life was beautiful. It was full of adventure and mysteries waiting to be uncovered. Even the smallest little things in life were amazing. Well, at least that was how Flower saw things. Flower, what a silly name. Of course she never went by that name. She was known to most of the world by her middle name, Hope. Hope was very different from the rest of the children that were her age. At a mere sixteen years old she was one of the most strangest but yet lovable people anyone would ever meet. There was always a smile on her face and nothing in the world ever seemed to get her down. That was one of the things most people loved about Hope. She could lighten up any room with her dazzling personality and award winning smile. She was genuine and sweet. A soul that had yet to be corrupted by the damaged society around her.

Everywhere she went eyes would always look at her. That was one thing that Hope learned to live with. After all, what person would be able to take their eyes off of someone who dressed like she did. On this particular day, as she strolled about in the warm summer sun, Hope was wearing a little ensemble that she had made herself. She wore a cute white dress that flowed out on the bottom. There was a sun pattern on the skirt of the dress and a matching white headband in her hair. There was no denying that she looked adorable. Hope always did look so cute. Some would sometimes describe her as an overgrown toddler. Hope didn't care. She loved the way she dressed and wouldn't change that for the world.

Hope strolled along the grass, really unsure of where she was headed. She liked that feeling of uncertainty though. Sometimes she would purposely get lost just so that she could have the adventure of trying to find her way back. She would put a blindfold on and make her way deep into the woods near her house. Then, when she thought that she was far enough in, she would take off the blindfold and try to find her way back. Sometimes it would take hours but she didn't mind. She just enjoyed the adventure. She would often find the most interesting things on her little adventures too. One time she had found an old statue that must have belonged in the yard of some home at one point.

As she strolled though the grass she began to hum a little tune to herself. It was a merry little tune that was rather catchy also. Up ahead in her line of view she could see a tree and what looked to be a boy in this tree. Curiosity coming over her, Hope skipped her way over to the tree to inspect what was going on. As she was a few feet before the tree, she noticed that the boy in the tree was none other than her best friend Christian. Christian and Hope had known each other since they were babies and had grown up together. Their parents had been best friends and Hope saw this boy as the brother that she never had.

"Hello Christian," Hope said happily in her soft little voice. There was a huge smile on her face that could warm even the coldest of hearts. She took in the tree and the boy in it and began to wonder if he needed assistance. "Are you stuck? You look like you need a spot of help," Hope chuckled softly. She continued to smile as she waiting for her best friend's response. Of course, if Christian needed help Hope would certainly do all she could for him. After all, that is what friends are for.

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[christian]

His mind had begun to wander, much like it normally did when he was all alone and had nothing in which to distract it. Sometimes it would wander for hours, and never return until the fantasies he held inside were fully played out, like a play inside his head designed only for him. In some of these he could fly. In others, he merely watched the act play out as other lives danced in and out of the scene. Mostly he was inactive in these, just a viewer watching the world unfold on memories' landscape. He did not mind this. He was used to being on the outside looking in. In fact, he liked it that way. When he was a casual observer no one could hurt him, no one could touch him, no one could take away those things he loved, cherished, cared for in ways that only a teen-aged boy could care. Yes, Christian liked being inside his head so much, that others had begin to think him slow. He never bothered to correct them, it did not bother him what others thought. There were only a few people that he was concerned with, and the voice of one floated up to break his bubble of fantasy.

He blinked. The world raced back from the tunnel of his mind, and he glanced around. Christian took a moment to realize his situation. He was often forgetful in the moments he came out of his daze. He was in a tree, and he was momentarily stuck. He hugged the trunk, and his legs swung under him from the small perch of a limb. He looked over the edge of his legs to see the small form of the girl below. Her smile danced up through the sunlight to greet him, and it mirrored his own grin. It was hard not to smile when he was around her, because she was always the happiest of sorts. It was odd how her mood could often make his own feel so much better. One day he might bother to ask her why she was always so happy. Not today though, for today Christian was stuck in a tree.

He nodded to her, thought he doubted she would see it as his eyes moved away from his dear friend to touch the limb on which he was sitting. He moved to the end of the limb, and stretched as his body turned. His arms held him up as one foot landed on a lower branch. He started to lower himself down, and just when he thought it was safe to let his weight drop on the branch a loud crack broke the relative silence. Unfortunately, the loud crack was the weight barring limb, and Christian's mouth opened in a surprised "O" right before the branch gave way. At first he floated in the air, but sadly due to some old man and a falling apple, gravity had been invented. Christian fell, hit another lower branch, flipped in the air, crashed through a shelf of leaves, smacked his head on another branch, and the air greeted him on the other side. Falling was not such a bad thing, you see? No one ever really got hurt from falling, unless of course you were like Christian and fell into an immovable tree with all it's sharp branches. Nonetheless, he was not so much worse for wear by hitting these object. In fact, he was right as rain with only a bump on the noggin, and a scratch on his face. However, his luck was about to change. No one ever really got hurt by falling. But the sudden stop at the bottom was always a real bitch.

Christian landed on the grass. The sound was more of an "Uuff" than a "Splat." However, the wind raced from his lungs even as he tried to laugh at his own foolishness. His nose dripped lightly with a crimson flow, but he wiped it away with his shirt tail, and his eyes drifted up from his daze to land on those of his childhood, and best, friend. He tried to laugh more but his ribs ached, and no sound would come out. This, as it usually would, made him laugh all that much harder. Small birds of odd colors and stars danced in his view, and he laid back on the ground. Christians lanky arms wrapped around his chest, and he rolls in a perfect combination of pain, and laughter. He imagined himself falling, and seen how stupid he looked in his own imagination. This set off a new fit of giggles, and his line of sight grew darker. He was going to pass out if he continued this fit; but, he could not help but laugh at his own stupidity.

Such was life.

[flower]

There was no denying that Flower was different from most of the other girls her age. She was unique and danced to the beat of her own drum. There was defiantly no denying that. How many other sixteen year olds do you know that are constantly happy, adore animals, have odd parents and create their own odd clothing? That was Flower for you. A wonderful, odd, self confident teenage girl. More people needed to be like her. She was not fake and never lied to anyone. She was always honest and wanted the best for people. If she was in a competition and she lost, she would not be jealous or bitter but she would be happy for the other person. Flower was an amazing person, someone others should thrive to become.

Standing there, looking up at her best friend in the tree, Flower couldn't help but continue to smile. Memories upon memories of their childhood together began to flood her mind. Christian had always been the one person that had always been there for her. When all the other children didn't want to play with her because she was different, Christian had always been there to accompany her on her wild and crazy adventures. He was really the one true friend that she had and she would always be there for him, no matter what. That was another great thing about Flower. She was a loyal friend who would always be there for a person until the very end. Some people, evil people, would take advantage of this kind heart and would exploit Flower. Some would get her to do their school work, others would humiliate her in front of all of the other people. Despite all of this, she continued to hold her head up high and not let it effect her.

The smile on Flower's face quickly vanished as she watched her best friend fall from the tree. She so desperately wanted to take out her wand and do something to help. Sadly, she was not of age to do so and had to stand there helplessly and watch as her friend hit his various body parts against the tree. A gasp came from her lips as Christian hit the ground. She rushed over to his side only to find that he was laughing. Laughing at his own pain. This was something that Flower often found herself doing as well. Seeing him laugh made the smile appear back on her face and she began to laugh as well. She knelt down beside him, continuing to laugh.

"Oh Christian, are you alright? Do I need to go get help?" Flower said softly between her laughs. She looked at the cuts on his face and shook her head. "You've always been such a klutz," Flower spoke as she took in the appearance of his face. She saw that his eyes were beginning to close and she began to get worried that something may happen to him "You should really take it easy though and not laugh so much or you will pass out or something. Here, take my hand and I will help you up," She said as she got up from her knees and held out her hand for Christian to take.

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