Solitude (open)

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars
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Cara, feeling the need to escape the college campus, left her vehicle behind and with a bag slung over her shoulder she headed on foot toward the township of Park.

Turning down Oak Avenue, she walked passed the places that gave this certain road life and didn't stop until she was standing on the footpath outside the church. Not many people knew, as she had never shown herself to be exactly religious, but Cara made a habit of visiting the local church of where ever she was. Even though some would think it creepy, Cara enjoyed the solitude that a Church and cemetery would offer.

She looked at the sign that showed off the name of this church St George. (c. 275/281 – 23 April 303) was, according to tradition, a Roman soldier from Syria Palaestina and a soldier in the Guard of Diocletian, who is venerated as a Christian martyr. In hagiography Saint George is one of the most venerated saints in the Catholic (Western and Eastern Rites), Anglican, Eastern Orthodox, and the Oriental Orthodox churches. He is immortalized in the tale of Saint George and the Dragon and is one of the Fourteen Holy Helpers. His memorial is celebrated on 23 April, and he is regarded as one of the most prominent military saints. Not known for reading fairy tales, Cara thoroughly enjoyed the tale of George and the Dragon. "Advance our standards, set upon our foes Our ancient world of courage fair St. George Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons....." Shakespeare's Richard III. act v, sc.3.

Walking through the gate, she walked around the church and walked down the paths that wound through the graves. She allowed her feet to just lead her to where ever and finally she stopped in front of a beautiful marble statue of an angel holding out her hands and resting on her open hands was a very delicately detailed lotus.

Allowing the bag to drop from her shoulders to her elbows, she took one arm out and opened it. She took out her pencil tin and a thick sketchbook. Settling herself on the grass, she opened the book to the next blank page and began to sketch an image of the angel, allowing the image to take up the entire page, ignoring the pedestal that the heavenly being sat on. She carefully traced lines on the white paper with a very soft charcoal pencil, making sure to catch every line of the statue, the serene look on the angel's face. She pressed her lips together in concentration as her eyes didn't leave the page - she already had an image of the statue firmly placed in her memory - and she made sure that everything that was needed to show the true beauty of what she was drawing to come across on the page.

So intent was she on her own work, that the soft grass hid the sound of the approach of another person.

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Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
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Word Count: 505
Tagged: Open
Notes: Welcome to my madness
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

[Violet Anne Turner]

Deciding to take Zara for a walk, Vi made her way over to her sister's building to retrieve the dog. Pulling her spare key out of her pocket she swung the door wide open. Both Zara and Boomer greet her with wagging tails and wiggly butts. Only planning to take one dog things changed when she saw Boomer's big brown eyes begged her to take him as well. "Wanna go for a walk guys?" Leashing them both up she continued into town. Vi honestly didn't know where she was going she just wanted to see where she was living. The giantantic building that consumed a good portion of the block came into view. All the knowledge that the nineteen year old had about this place was that she was in a place called Hertfordshire, England. Violet loved to wander through graveyards of a new place seeing the names engraved on the headstones. Entering the graveyard she saw a head placed in among the headstones. The dogs, more like Zara pulled towards her. Violet didn't know who she was, but she could have sworn that she had seen her before around the campus, maybe. "Hello?" The blond asked. Looking over the dark haired girl's shoulder she saw what seemed to be a drawing, maybe of the angel statue the both were standing at. Lowering her hands to her side both dogs sat in their place.

ooc; First post with Viole
lyrics; she will be loved - maroon 5
credit; template by twilightbright @ caution

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars
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"Hello?"

A scream caught in Cara's throat at the sound of another person and she spun around, clutching the book to her chest, instantly regretting the move as she was sketching with charcoal and the movement would have just smudged the edges of her work. "Hello." She returned in her whisper soft voice. The thing she enjoyed the most about being back in England was that her clipped English accent not longer made her stand apart from the locals, as long as one didn't pay too much attention to her copper coloured skin.

She took a small step back as her eyes took in the sight of the dog on either side of the taller girl, but she wouldn't allow herself to back off any more. The past was the past, something she had spent the past two years learning. She was working hard to learn to live in the moment, but with her memory it wasn't always easy to try and live in the present as the slightest scent of something could bring a memory washing over her that could leave the girl catatonic.

She took the book off her clothes and pressed her lips together as she looked at the ruined image. With a simple flick of her wrist, she pulled the page out and balled it up before letting it roll off her fingers and into the backpack at her feet. She would have another go at it when she was once again alone.

She glanced up through her eyelashes at the other, wondering if she was going to say anything. Starting conversations was not a strong point of Cara's and although she knew that she needed to work on this, she didn't feel like trying right now, not while her heart was still racing like a rabbits

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Word Count: 309
Tagged: Violet, Open
Notes: Hello
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

[Violet Anne Turner]

Vi was silent for a moment, seeing that she had snuck up on the girl, unintentionally. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you." She took a large gulp of nothingness air. Zara started panting, although it probably wasn't true, maybe she felt the awkward silence too. Boomer sat there were he was instructed to like a large rock. Gathering both leashes in her left hand, Vi stuck out her right and introduced herself, "Hello My name is Violet, and this is Boomer and Zara." She pointed at the dogs. Being new to this side of the ocean she had absolutely no idea who anyone was, this girl could even be in her classes at the college, but maybe not. Violet would give anything for an even slight friend. The nineteen year old looked at the picture that the other girl had began to draw, it was truly pretty but Vi felt as if she ruined it by making the other girl jump.

ooc; Sorry it isn't the best
lyrics; she will be loved - maroon 5
credit; template by twilightbright @ caution

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

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"I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you. Hello My name is Violet, and this is Boomer and Zara."

Cara bowed her head. "I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings." She replied with the tiniest of smiles. Her eyes followed the girl's hand as each canine was named, but she made no move to offer her hand to either of them. On leads or not, trust was a fragile thing. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms Violet. I'm Cara."

After discarding the ruined drawing, though the girl was sure that it probably hadn't been truly ruined, it's just that Cara was a perfectionist and any form of imperfection was too much for the girl to handle. She glanced back at the statue she had been drawing. Since the statue was of a child angel, she wondered if the grave she was standing in front of belonged to a child. She had never been the type of person to read gravestones - sure, she sketched statues but she just felt that reading the stones was a little creepy, if not disrespectful since to read most of them meant having to step onto the grave.

Not wanting to seem rude, but Cara went back to her drawing. Balancing the book on her left arm, she began to sketch in soft lines of the the outline of the statue. She worried the inside of her lower lip with her top teeth as she frowned in concentration. She drew for the sheer tranquility of it, as she wasn't studying it in college, or at least she hadn't signed up for an art class yet. To be completely honest with herself,she wasn't quite sure what classes she wanted to do, other than the a-level religious studies course that she had signed up for. As she had never had time to really branch out to look at religions - that and she had never really had too much inclination to do so.

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Word Count: 327
Tagged: Violet, Open
Notes: Sorry, it sucks, but I didn't have a lot to work with.
Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.