A random consequence [Open. ;D]

[Iona Gethen]

• • Iona Maegan Gethen • •

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Eighteen| Swimmer| Aquakinesis

I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

Music blared through the lone flat that Iona had acquired last year. It resided in probably one of the rougher areas, but Iona didn't mind. She normally was only in her house to sleep, and eat. The music drowned out any other sounds which could have come in from the street outside. Heavy bas beats caused the floor to vibrate, her lips moulding themselves into a smile as she tried her hardest not to shout out the lyrics, but it was hard. It was her favourite song, and her favourite part had just started.

Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Though you try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part.

Won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's only

I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy who wanna sing his song
Just a man, I'm not a hero
We don't care"

She started getting dressed, throwing her hair up in a loose side ponytail, her body making jerky movements each time the bass beat wrecked the floor. Today; she was being a normal teenager. Earlier she'd done something stupid, and she knew she couldn't go into training now, so she'd called in sick.

After thinking over in her head about her situation, she had almost come to a conclusion. She couldn't swim competitively, not without a guilt conscience. She thought she was cheating. But the thought of thirteen or so years going to waste, she couldn't bare it. It was a spur of the moment thing. She wouldn't do it again.

Although no matter how many times she told herself she wouldn't cut again, she couldn't guarantee it. She had been diagnosed as bipolar at a young age, and her moods swings could be awful at times.

Instead of her trademark Jack Wills hoodie, she threw on a My Chemical Romance 'The Black Parade' jumper, hoping to blend in a bit more. She didn't like flaunting around wearing expensive clothes when she didn't need to. Shoving on her black hi-tops, she snatched her iPod out of the speaker and put in her earphones, continuing the song from where it had left off.

Locking the door behind her, Iona started walking in a random direction; not towards the city center, but towards the suburbs. Past the suburbs she knew there was woods that she could explore, perhaps even find a little lake or pond to practice her power.

The walk through London only took around twenty minutes, and she was walking slowly. It was only 11:30am, she had all day. When Iona found a small forest, a grin crept onto her features and she kept walking.

Inside the forest, she walked for around half an hour and still hasn't found any small ponds or anything like that. Furrowing her brows slightly, she started climbing a nearby tree. It was tall; and if she climbed high enough she might be able to spot somewhere.

Green clumps of moss clung the bark of the tree, covering most of it's branches and making the surface ultimately slippy. Grunting with the effort, Iona kept climbing as high as she could go.

Suddenly, her foot slipped on the moss on the tree branch and she lost her footing. A scream of surprise escaped her mouth, as she clung onto the branch above her. She was a good way up the tree now, too far to let herself fall and not be hurt.

She started panicking, flailing her dangling legs and only let out one word.

"HELP!"

• • •If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see • • •
• • •You can find out first hand • • •
• • •What it’s like to be me • • •

• • • NOTES • • •
• • • No-one :: TAGGED
• • • Dunno C: :: WORDCOUNT
• • • Jogging bottoms, MCR jumper and hi-tops:: OUTFIT
• • • Someone join? :3 :: NOTES
• • • Lyrics to All Time Low and MCR:: CREDITS

[Taf Williams]

Taf looked up from her sketchbook, annoyed. Had she heard something? Surely not. Who in their right mind would come out into London's boonies out here? Well, other than a naturalist or someone from the college anyway.

She decided to ignore that sound and glanced back at her page. She'd finally gotten the damn proportions right on her pines and maples (?)--she was no botanist--but the leaves seemed oddly narrow. Twitchy. There was nothing wrong with her graphite. Scowling, she turned her sketchbook 90 then 180 degrees. No shit. She'd put the plants and crap too close together. The proportions were right, but the locations were a mite inaccurate.

It was too late to change it. The pencil marks would leave traces if she decided to erase everything and begin anew. Besides, the paper would be rough and misbehave, even with that soft eraser. She'd have to wing it this these mistakes.

"Well, shit."

She slapped her sketchbook shut and dropped it atop her bag on the boulder she perched on. She set the pencil and eraser more gently on top.

She figured she didn't have an ounce of kindness in her soul, but she wouldn't resent a break from chasing erasers.

And so, Taf went to investigate. Her black sweatpants clutched at her hips but kept loose everywhere else. Her hoodie, also black, groped her arms like a lover--in order to free her forearms, she'd shoved the damn things up to her elbows.

She stepped between a close pair of smaller trees. Their leaves and brown sticks grasped at her clothing and left little scratches on her skin--of course, the scratches disappeared almost the moment they arrived. She'd finally gotten used to this "H₂O to protein and back" body of hers.

The air was cool, gracing her flesh with a feathery touch.

All the same, her hazel eyes glanced around obliviously as she stopped and raised a confused hand to the mop of copper attached to her scalp.

What the hell? She was sure that scream was over here. Did the rapist gut his victim already?

A twig bounced off her shoulder. And so, Taf looked up. Hopefully, this wasn't a horror film where a monster would leap down and devour her--she'd give it some nasty indigestion, and the movie-makers and script-writers would have to show some creativity.

And, yes, she found herself looking up at a woman's clothed twat from several feet below.

Taf promptly stepped out of the drop zone.

"What the fuck you doin' up there?"

Oh, jeez. She'd get in trouble for witnessing an accidental death like this and not helping, wouldn't she? If someone else saw them, anyway. Honestly, this American didn't really give a shit.

"Just swing up yer legs around the branch and crawl back to the trunk! You ain't no pussy if you can get that high in the first place!"

What a pain. Getting a show like this was better than staring at her failure of a sketch, though. Maybe this idiotic hooligan would break some bones. Why was she up there in the first place? Spying, hiding, stowing something away?

Still, Taf was too annoyed for her characteristic grin. Who the hell could help this chick so many fucking feet in the air anyway?