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Post by David Turner on Oct 5, 2008 14:50:54 GMT -5
Boredom was something David wouldn't say, nor did he like it. He hated the word mainly because it had nothing fun in it, when you were bored you weren't having fun, and David just couldn't stand it. He tried to stay away from being bored, mainly because he liked having fun, it was better; it meant you were doing something. But that was him, he'd never really been the kid that had fun earlier in his life, maybe he was trying to make up for those times that all he did was fight? Who knew. But that could have been it, after he decided to stop fighting, he seemed to want to do something with his time instead of sitting down being bored.
A hand ran through his oddly colored hair. He only ended up making it spike out more, and more black streaks seemed to be seen, no matter who said he had done it to look weird, they would be told it was natural. Considering his hair was natural. David had white hair, and it had black streaks in it, wasn't really his fault, but that was him. That was one thing that made him, him. His golden eyes trailed along the ground. He needed to find something to do, he would not be bored!
His other hand was in his pocket, fingering the golden chain that ended up in his jeans pocket. He could have sworn he'd thrown it in the trash can that night. David was a master, be that as it may, but what reason would he have to truly own a person? He didn't torture, didn't give pleasure, he tried to live his life as he would have if had never fallen on the gate, or through it. Every time, so he wouldn't have to worry about it, he'd do something with it, hide it, but it would always end up in his pocket the next day! It was like he couldn't get rid of the damned thing!
David sigh as he looked from the ground, it was a nice enough day. He'd act like a child and play a game, but who would play a game with him?
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Post by Aiko on Oct 5, 2008 15:54:22 GMT -5
"Miss Susie had a baby, she named him Tiny Tim," sang Aiko as she waltzed down the corridor, a skip in her step, "She put him in the bathtub, to see if he could swim." She came to an abrupt stop and peaked into a room with just her head, glancing around, and then quickly pulling back in her head and continuing on her march. "He drank up all the water," she looked in a bathroom, in a closest, "He ate up all the soap," she twirled into the kitchen, her loose white dress circling around her as she did, and flung open the fridge door, bending over and getting an apple from the crisper, exiting the room again, "He tried to eat the bathtub, but it wouldn’t go down his throat." She took a bite of the yellowish-red apple and skipped down another hallway, her head turning so sharply from side to side as she looked in each and every room that it made her long silky black hair swing back and forth, making a swishing noise through the air. "Miss Susie called the doctor, Miss Susie called the nurse, Miss Susie called the lady, with the alligator purse." She went into her room and got her sun bonnet, which was white and had a black ribbon in a bow around the head part. It flopped as she skipped down the hallway. "In came the doctor, in came the nurse, in came the lady, with the alligator purse." Her feet were bare as she skidded to a sudden stop and looked out the window into the front yard. "Mumps said the doctor, measles said the nurse, hiccups said the lady, with the alligator purse." Then she raced to the front door, holding her hat with one hand---for it was too big for her, least it fall off---and carrying her apple with the other. "Miss Susie punched the doctor," She let go of the hat and peered over the side of the door frame, a small pale hand gripping it involuntarily as she did. "Miss Susie kicked the nurse," Her lips spread into a wide smile and her sea-green-blue eyes began to twinkle. "Miss Susie thanked the lady, with the alligator purse."
Eager to talk to her latest fancy---who didn't know her at all, but she had been checking him out for a good week or so by now---she dashed out into the front lawn, taking the front porch steps three at a time, and bolted across the front lawn in little steps on her tip toes, for she was still barefoot. It was sunny out, but an autumn chill was beginning to ride the wind. Gripping her flopping white bonnet, she was grinning and opened her mouth, saying something between a 'hey' and a 'hello', it came out like a "Heyo!" but immediately after, and perhaps maybe during, she tripped and comically fell face first into the grass, her sun bonnet escaping and landing several feet away in her sad attempt to break her fall with her hands (so she had to release the hat), but thankfully, she still had the apple in her hand, held up in the air as if it were all that mattered.
After a couple of seconds of just being there face down in the dirt---possibly in shock of the occurance---she pulled up her face and giggled. "G'afternoon, Dav--Master Turner." She always referred to him as David in her head, but here they had this whole slave-master law thing, and she didn't want to come off as disrespectful. He was probably wondering why she knew his name, she decided, still laying in the grass with just her apple, grinning, but that didn't really matter to her. Just like so many other times, she was certain that she was in love.
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Post by David Turner on Oct 5, 2008 16:41:45 GMT -5
David didn't know everyone in the house, he only knew a few. Mainly because he stayed away from a select few, the way they acted, he just couldn't stand it. Sometimes he felt as though he were still in high school, dealing with all the others that went to it. Some that were snobbs and thought so highly of themselves, some who thought so less of themselves, and just those who didn't no what they wanted, or who they wished they could be. He felt as though he were back in his home at points, just without the beatings and the words it's your fault. Some people in this home didn't understand where they stood, and thought they where high and mighty; some thought they didn't have a place, when in fact they where meant to be high up. He himself hadn't cared about status, and couldn't care less of how someone saw him, as long as he could live, he was perfectly fine. And nothing else would really matter, someone had their views.
He never expected for someone to come out of the house, in fact he was sure he'd be the only one out side for most of the day. Most liked to stay in the house, why go out side when all you could do was stay in the yard? David found it more refreshing than the inside walls and carpet, the air seemed to hit him dead on, and he liked the fall air. It was warm out, but their was that fall chill that sat upon it. It reminded him of just how long he'd been in the house, it was almost fully a year, and what made it the worst thing to think of. Was that he was sure that almost a year ago, no one went out to look for him, to see where he went. But then again, how many people knew he got stabbed three times and fell behind the gate? How many people even knew of the robber? That was the only reason he was really here, he'd been staying away from home, just so his father couldn't touch him, so he wouldn't have another bruise to add to the others. And he passed the house at the wrong time, having a robber pass him.
Whom though he would try to stop him, thus he got stabbed three times. And with the flowing flood, he fell into the gate, and then on the land. David likes life now though, he can't really complain, it's far better than what he lived when he wasn't trapped. The white headed man stopped thinking of the past and became aware to the feeling of something craling n his leg. He shook his pants leg only to have a lady bug fall out of them, his attention soon got turned from eve that though. David could hear someone coming from behind him, someone come from the house, so he let his pale golden honey eyes look back, only in time to see the young girl start to fall. He wished he could have stopped her from falling, but he was to far off to do a thing and while she was on the ground, with one hand in the air, he walked over. "Hello, need a little help?" He'd heard her heyo, and there was a grin on his face. She was what he needed at the moment, someone to talk to, one maybe have fun with?
By now he'd bent down and was basically squatting. But he took her details in, what she wore, what she looked like, and he was sure he'd never seen someone like her, he'd remember her blue-ish green eyes, and her cascading hair. But then again, he'd remember anyone he met, that was just David. His head tilted and his spiky hair seemed to move as he held a hand out to her, once she looked up of course. He could help her up, even if he himself was standing, he could pull them up. "G'afternoon to you to. But please, call me David." His grin was still there, he just didn't like being called by his last name, nor did he like the title "master" in front of it.
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Post by Aiko on Oct 5, 2008 17:21:14 GMT -5
She had been looking for David all day. This was how Aiko always had been, and perhaps it could be put on as her father's fault for her stalker-like obsessions ---because he did the same to her, for a time, and that was what driven her away just six months ago---but in her mind she never really connected these facts together. Her father had scared her, and the very thought of him gave her unearthly shivers. Sexual abuse caused her to become a runaway, and after a while she finally found this place. It was like a sanctuary. Blood and death scare her even more then her father does, so here, where one heals quickly and can never die, it is heaven. Her father has no idea where she is, and David is talking to her. To her, this is a dream come true.
Presently, her grin grew wider. "Alright," she said, placing a small hand in his, "David." His name made her lips tingle and she continued to smile, making no move to get up, her eyes locked on to his. They were more beautiful then she had thought, she realized. They looked like two amber topazs, gleaming in the sunlight in the way that they were.
Without moving her head, she glanced around. "So what were you doing out here, exactly?" she asked softly, as if talking about a secret. She had completely forgotten that she was just lying there in the grass, still holding his hand. An ant began to crawl up her arm, perhaps in hopes of carrying off her entire apple by itself, but she ignored it---David Turner was talking to her.
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Post by David Turner on Oct 5, 2008 17:40:56 GMT -5
Life was great here, even if you were trapped for the rest of eternity. This place, the place that some hated, was the place that some loved. How odd was that? Even if you couldn't go beyond the gates, the place was still loved, and you where thrown away from the rest of the world, you couldn't meet someone new until they made the mistake to come throw that gate. Yet life was as best as it could get for him, and apparently her, even if David didn't know that. His golden eyes stayed on her for a moment, and when her hand was placed in his, he moved so he could stand; this caused her to rise with him.
Maybe he liked this place even better because no one dared make fun of him? They had things of their own that could be made fun of, and his temper had come out but once while here. And even then it wasn't like it had been, he hadn't gotten into a fight, he hadn't really yelled unless it was for fun. It was as if life had been spun around so that it seemed like nothing out side of this area had ever happened. Once the two were fully standing, David realized he seemed to tower over her, but he did on most females. After all he was six feet a two inches. He was way to tall for his age, and he wouldn't get taller. "And what is it, that I can call you?" She seemed to get his name, but he didn't no hers.
His eyes locked on the ant that crawled on her arm, and he flicked it off. Maybe she'd like to eat her apple? "I came out here in hopes i could find someone to play a game with." His grin seemed to grow a bit wider. "Would you like to play a game?" It wasn't meant to sound weird, and he sure hoped it didn't. David meant as in a fun game, like what kids played, he'd love to act like one. He never had the chance to be one, he had been the one that was too busy being in the princables office.
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Post by Aiko on Oct 5, 2008 18:19:30 GMT -5
"You can call me Aiko, if you like," she replied, smiling so wide that she squinted. David could call her anything, really, and she'd be satisfied. She turned slightly and regripped her apple, throwing it under handedly to outside of the gates. Since the apple could undergo growing changes (rotting, etc) it, too, had been trapped in the curse, so as soon as it was over the fence and into the outside air, it turned to dust and drifted away with the wind. Aiko wasn't surprised, she had tested things like this before. For instance, the animals and plants healed quickly just like the human inhabitants did, but one thing that always did baffle Aiko was reproduction. Did the baby stay a tiny baby in the mother its whole life, because it cannot undergo timely changes, or did it simply never exist? It always made her head hurt to think about, so she just settled with the idea that, under the house's curse, that babies could never exist. This conclusion made her sad, though, because she rather adored babies.
"Well, you're in luck! I'd love to be your companion," she stated to his answer, smiling cookedly as if to suggest more, "What do you suggest we play?" She grinned, flaunting her pearly whites, and unconsiously swung his hand, which she still held, back and forth a bit. She was slightly startled when he flicked away the ant, for she had been unaware of it, but then grateful once she realizied what it was he was doing. However, she made no comment on it. Her eyes twinkled with happiness and seemed to be bluer now, changing with her moods. She had only just introduced herself, but she was sure that he was perfect. The butterflies that paraded in her stomach told her so.
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Post by David Turner on Oct 5, 2008 18:59:14 GMT -5
"Aiko, that's a nice name." He did think it was a nice name, it was lovely. But then again it was a lovely name, for a lovely girl. David didn't say those words, but he did in his mind, just not out loud. She probably got it all the time! But he let the thought slip, he didn't need to think so much today, it would only end up making his head hurt. His eyes held a gleam, he would have fun, that was why. It meant he wouldn't have to think of the word bored, and it made it even harder for the words to slip out of his mouth! Like they would anyways! All together his eye stayed on her, the one that could be seen, while the other was hidden behind his hair. He watched her toss the apple over the gate, and it almost shocked him.
Of course he knew what happened when one of them walked out, but it did it to other things as well? Call him an idiot, because he sure acted like one at times, but he hadn't known that. What did it do it to animals and plants too? Even that slipped from his mind though, did it really matter? He should have guessed it though, after all they where still living once you thought about it. The shock slipped out of his brain with the thought, and he was back into reality. Most thoughts never came to him, he tried not to think so hard on the matter. It was important enough to him, but most things weren't to the teens mind.
His grin grew even more, how was that possible? But it did, maybe today was just a grinning day, because she was doing it to. "Guess today's just my lucky day." And for a moment he thought, tapping his finger on his chin to make it seem like he was deep in thought. He hadn't thought of what sort of game he'd want to play if someone did want to. David hadn't even expected someone to be out, much less play ta child's game with him. So no thought had been thrown into it. "What about hide and seek?". He let his hand be swung with hers, and it didn't come to his mind to take it back.
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Post by Aiko on Oct 7, 2008 16:02:29 GMT -5
"Thanks," she replied to his compliment, smiling up at him. It was so nice to have a change from all the darkness that this mansion seems to have effect. People always blamed the curse that it made them in a bad mood, but Aiko disagreed. It was all in perspective---obviously David and her could function cheerily. That's because he's different then the rest, she thought to herself, he's perfect.
"That sounds fun," she giggled, bouncing on the soles of her feet with anticipation. "I'll count first!" she shouted excitedly, and then quickly amended in a sputter, her bouncing dead, "...I mean, may I count first?" Her eyes grew a bit wide, afraid that she might've crossed a line. Everyone here was so touchy all the time, she didn't want to accidentally offend him. People like Jester and Shikuza scared the snot outta her and she was always keen to avert her eyes and/or melt into the shadows whenever they drifted past. She was hoping that David wasn't like the rest of them---that was her main attraction to him---but it was better safe then sorry. David was still a master, and so far masters didn't exactly seem like the friendliest bananas in the bunch.
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Post by David Turner on Oct 7, 2008 20:16:45 GMT -5
Was he really different? He still lived his years, acted as though life was the same, acted his age; tried to make what he could out of life. Even if it lasted longer than he wished it would have, he would still try to live it to the fullest. David wouldn't live forever, and if the curse was never broken, couldn't he always take that one step out of the gate? It was a perfect way to make sure you went to where you should have after life was to end, but then again, it was suicide, didn't that give you a one way ticket to hell? Maybe, life would go back to normal one day, and then for real, he could be his age. Could be the teen he'd once been? Maybe they all would be like before. Everyone knew some needed it...
His grin didn't grow, it couldn't. But another twinkle was in his eyes now, one that showed this would be fun, and that he was having fun, even if the game was yet to begin. David just knew it would be fun. A gust of wind seem to come by, and his eyes caught site of the object for the first time. His hair s3eemed to sway as he walked over to it, picking the hat up with so much care, as though it would turn to dust in his hand. And he swiped the dirt off before he walked back over to her, holding it out with a gentle smile. "This your hat?" David talked to her as if she was another teen, and she was.
The laugh that came from his throat couldn't be helped. She'd seemed so energetic for a moment, and then she went to make sure it was alright if she was first to count. He couldn't help it. And his hand went to her head, ruffling her hair for a minute before his grin was back. "If you want to count first, then you can."
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Post by Aiko on Oct 7, 2008 20:52:34 GMT -5
When he offered her hat, she put a hand to her head and blinked, just realizing that it was gone. "Well, I suppose it is," she inquired, smiling sheepishly as she took it from him, her fingers brushing his hand accidently on purpose. She held her bonnet in her hands for a moment as he rustled her hair, making her eyes squint as she smiled. The way he handled everything was so charming, as if it were extremely precious. She felt like singing, dancing, rejoicing in some way, shape, or form---but all she could manage was to smile and stare.
"Alright," Aiko said, "I'll count to..." she considered for a moment, looking up and pursing her lips before deciding: "Sixty; but I warn you," she chided slyly, "I'm a pro at hide and seek, so you better hurry." She giggled, throwing her bonnet on her head and putting her fingers over her eyes. Unfortuantely in her haste the hat was backwards, and the tag with her full name on it (so it would not get lost), Amarante Aiko, stuck out and flapped onto her forehead. She ignored it, of course, possibly not even knowing it was there, as she began to count with her lips curled up in an eager smile,
"One..."
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Post by David Turner on Oct 7, 2008 21:04:25 GMT -5
He couldn't help it, was it hard to be a nice guy? David had been like all the time, mainly because he tried to be the opposite of his father, thus he was like such. Once he figured out how he wanted to be, it wasn't hard to get so use to it, that it was the main thing you did. He'd decided that when he was a kid, and even in high school he'd decided how he wanted to be. He'd just never wanted to be like his old man, he didn't want to blame someone because the other person had to die. David still believed it was his fault. His father had told him so much, that it still locked in his head.
The feeling of his fingers brushing her gave him a sign that he needed to come back to reality, because once again he seemed to have drifted off and started thinking. How long would he be trapped in this house? That was the main thing, of course it was fine, better than how his life would have been, but it got boring, and there were only so many places you could go in it. His grin grew when she said what number she would count to. "I'm a pro at it too, my dear." He wasn't, he hadn't played the game in so long, he would most likely loose.
When she threw her hat on her head, and covered her eyes, his own honey colored one's gazed onto her hat for a moment, looking at the name that was written on it. Amarante Aiko. He knew what it meant, but he wouldn't say anything. Why ruin the fun? Once he heard one, he took off, trying to think of were to hid, where could he even fit? With out really giving it much though, David dove into a bush, trying to pull his spiky hair down, so that it wouldn't stick out of the bush.
And even though he thought he got it all, he missed one.
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Post by Aiko on Oct 10, 2008 19:19:03 GMT -5
Aiko counted on and on, her mind elsewhere. She wondered if David had a slave already. She hoped not---she couldn't stand sharing. Needless to say, she desperately and overwhelmingly wanted to be owned by him. She wanted to call him master---she wanted him to tell her what he wanted, and when. However, she had a large ego when it came to jealousy, and would most likely result to violence if someone else were to ever be claimed by him. Especially if they were first.
The very idea made the butterflies in her stomach turn to fire, and as she turned, shouting, "Sixty!" it was difficult, for a second, to remember how to be happy. Of course, as her eyes swept across the yard and then she looked in two other places---not behind a tree that was there, not laying behind the flower beds---it was impossible not to smile when she saw his unique lock of hair poking out from a bush. She walked past it, as if she didn't see, and then immediately spun around and tackled the bush, wrapping her arms around his neck in triumph. "Gotcha!" she sang, laughing at him. "I told you I was a pro!"
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Post by David Turner on Oct 10, 2008 19:43:34 GMT -5
David figured he would loose. It didn't matter if she was really good at the game or not, he sucked at it, he even knew that. But the teen didn't really have much of a child hood, he didn't really have the chance to play such games. Most of his youth had been on the ground with bruises and having a hand come down on him, or were spent in an office because a fight broke out at school. Child like games had never been in his life until now, until about a year ago. Now he did act like a kid, and he loved it! But he lacked what most others had, he wasn't good at games, and his thoughts didn't give him what he needed. Thus he was an easy target, unless it was a sport.
Having his own slave never crossed his mind. David just didn't really have a reason to want one, other than wanting to make it where someone couldn't torture them. He'd seen it, and that was the only reason he didn't go into the basement, the slaves where treated as though they where toys, and that their blood was nothing but something that was for a master to have fun spilling. If anything, he'd only own one just so that wouldn't happen. But he was yet to try and save anyone, he just wanted to act like a kid. The topic was never brought up, and he didn't no who was a slave and who wasn't..
The last number was heard and he tried to stay in the bush. How could he even fit in it? He was way to tall! And the way he was crouched down in it, sort of made his back hurt a little, maybe because he hadn't been in such a position before, and he hadn't hid in something so small. The wind was almost knocked out of him when he seemed to be tackled by Aiko, and her arms seemed to be flung around his neck. Though by time he realized that he seemed to be on the ground, laying on his side. Her arms were still around his neck, too. David had heard her, how she sang that word, and he couldn't help but laugh. His grin still there. "You got me. Which means it's my turn to count and find you!" And even after he finished his sentence, he gave another laugh. He was having fun with her. Most weren't happy, and he liked that she was.
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Post by Aiko on Oct 10, 2008 20:17:39 GMT -5
Aiko had never been tortured before, which was a good thing. Unlike some sadistic slaves, she did not exactly love pain or misery. Sure, she could understand how it might made them feel more... human... but to her, happiness and love are what make life true and real. Pain was meant for a warning beckon saying that life would end soon, and Aiko didn't want to faked out again and again. She would live life to the fullest.
Of course, this was only her thoughts now in this situation. Of course, whenever she was with the one that she loved she was happy and lighthearted, but if they ever were to leave... she would despise living. Or worse: if they were still there, but disliked her. It crushed her worse then anything. Torture would sound like a mere bug in comparison her pain and misery that would take place within.
Perhaps she was good at hide and seek because she was constantly hiding from the mean masters. Learning the feel of the shadows, the creaks on the stairs, was a skill not born into her; it was something one had to practice---and practice she did. And so, as David spoke his words, she complied with an "Okay!" and grabbed his hands eagerly and put them over his eyes. "Don't peak!" she chided, bouncing to her feet and dancing around the yard as to confuse him with the sounds. She threw her bonnet like a frisbee behind a bush, to make it look like she had been over there, and then sprinted to the other side of the yard where the tree was and climbed up it as quickly as she could.
Her white spring dress, which only went to her knees and was loose and wide at her hips but clung her to top and exposed her shoulders, her dress was already stained green by her trip in the grass, and now it was getting brown marks on it from the tree bark; but that was okay, dresses didn't matter to her. David did.
Up the trunk she went, her tiny hands with fragile skin roughly grabbing the bark until she was at a descent height. No one ever looked up. Once, she had hid from Jester by sitting on the top of the fridge. He had walked past without even noticing. Her light body comes in handy sometimes; although it is easy to bruise and puncture, it was nimble and swift.
She sat on a thick branch, her white dress fluttering in the breeze only slightly. Her white laced panties were exposed slightly from below, but it was okay. She wasn't expecting him to be able to find her. She pulled her arms around her and sat as still as she could: waiting.
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Post by David Turner on Oct 10, 2008 21:38:44 GMT -5
It seemed as though they laid there for forever, when in reality it was maybe less than a minute. Time didn't fly, not now, that saying didn't apply to David, and he was glad. Time didn't fly when you were having fun. Why would he be glad though, didn't everyone like the end of the day? David wanted it to last longer, because most in the house seemed to forget how to have fun, yet Aiko, the girl he was with right now was having fun. But of course he didn't no if this was how she was all the time, but she was the one that made his almost-boredom go away! That said something, right?
His hair seemed to spike more now, because of the wind and because part of it had been smashed against the grass, and by time they where standing he was shaking his head, and letting some blades of grass fall out of his white hair. So that it wouldn't be in there later. Even more stains seemed to be on his jeans by now, and he took notice that even her dress had some more now. But that was what happened when you played outside.
She grabbed his hands, and then they were placed over his eyes, it took the boy a minute to figure it out, but his brain clicked and he knew that she was making it to were he couldn't cheat! But that was made even more clearer when she said don't peak. He chuckled, he couldn't help it, this might have been the most he had laughed in a few days. David needed this, fun was something that seemed to disappear out of life after he got stabbed those three times, but then again complaining wasn't something he could do. After all, if he hadn't fallen through the gates, he would have been dead. He wouldn't have been there at that very moment. But that wasn't what he was thinking, That was far off.
He was counting, of course, and he was making sure his voice was loud enough so that she could hear, where ever she may have been. He could hear foot steps coming around him, but figured she was running around trying to find a lace to hide. Maybe even trick him, you could do that in hide-and-seek right? Or was he thinking of some other game. He may have been smart, but he didn't no everything. It was hard to no everything after all.
Counting wasn't hard, and he said the last number before letting his hands fall from his face. He searched the yard, seeing if he could retrace her movement, would that work? He'd heard her coming from certain sides, so he looked over there. Her hat was found, but David didn't find her-- he even searched for almost five minutes! His hand went to his head, and he scratched it as his golden gaze went around the yard. "Were'd she go?"
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