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Post by AMELIA DOREEN BAKER on Nov 21, 2010 11:48:02 GMT -5
She was humming a rather popular song, Scarborough Fair. Okay, perhaps it wasn't so popular anymore, but she still liked it. Once upon a time she'd been sung to sleep with it. Amelia looked down at the gravel running beneath her feet. Then it swept out from under her as she swung backwards. The girl was alone in the park, as usual when she couldn't find someone to play with her. Eventually someone would come along and she could get them to play a game with her. Camden usually left the cemetery within the hour, and occasionally passed by to reach his house. Rumours that a pair of new kids had come to town was spreading, and perhaps she would be able to meet one of them exploring in this area.
As most ghost towns generally were, it was mostly empty this late-afternoon. It was likely that somewhere in this town there were a few people walking around, they'd just yet to come to this area; and Amelia had been sitting here for quite some time. In fact, it was beginning to become quite tiresome and boring sitting here alone swinging. Her mind could only take so much boredom before she would eventually snap. Perhaps she should go down the slide a few times... That completely lost its appeal after the first three usually though; so perhaps not. Besides, it would surly ruin the dress and ensemble she'd put together this morning.
Putting on the light pink dress had been a breeze. It was fixing her hair that took forever. Naturally curly hair was one of the biggest pains in the butt to fix. After about an hour of battling with it, she had called in assistance from a nurse, Bellaline. Another half-hour later, the curls were contained and neat, and a small little butterfly clip adorned the side of the curls. It bounced with each step she'd taken today, and now swayed as she rocked back and forth in the swing. Her legs sparkled in the sun, like fine snow; covered as they were in a light white stalking. Finishing the outfit were her little pink slips, covering her little feet.
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Post by ANNE-MARIE CHARLOTTE CROSS on Nov 21, 2010 13:57:29 GMT -5
Anne-Marie Charlotte Cross [/font]    [/center] Light steps were being taken by the girl, as she carefully placed one foot in front of the other. The way she walked was delicate and graceful, it was the walk of a girl who had been raised with sophistication and class. The walk of a girl with much expected of her, yet soft and gentle, timid even. Her skirt made a rustling sound as she walked, and the wind stirred strands of her blond hair gently. Her pale blue eyes were looking around the park, which was deserted except for one small, lone figure. The young teenager recognized the little girl right away. It was Amelia Baker, a young royal who had died at the age of five, leaving her in the state of a little girl forevermore.
Marie knew the other royal, Amelia had died the same year as she had, and the little girl was only nine years younger than Marie. Amelia seemed to be all alone, no one else in sight, and she seemed to be bored. The fourteen year old walked over to her slowly, and heard what the little girl was humming. Scarborough Fair, an Old English Folksong that Marie could play on the piano, flute and violin. It was one of Marie's favourite songs, and she couldn't help herself but sing along softly as she sat down next to the young girl.
"Remember me to one who lives there, for once she was a true love of mine." Her singing voice was soft and sweet, like that of birdsong, but quiet, barely above a whisper. Marie was dreadfully shy, and if she didn't know Amelia as well as she did she would have never dared sing in front of her, as it was it made her nervous. "Tell her to make me a cambric shirt. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without any seams, or needle work, for once she was a true love of mine."
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Post by AMELIA DOREEN BAKER on Nov 22, 2010 14:45:52 GMT -5
”Sleeps unaware of the clarion call. On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves; washes the ground with so many tears; a soldier cleans and polishes a gun…” Amelia took up the second set of versus, weaving her voice around and with Anne-Marie’s, managing to mostly keep quieter then her as the song is sung. Her swinging slowed a bit until she was merely swaying back and forth slightly as the two sung the rest of the song. The smile on the little girl’s lips was growing slightly as the two sung. It had been so long since she’d seen her mother, but it reminded her of when her parents were still around, and brought tiny tears to the corners of her eyes.
When the two finished, Amelia took a deep breath and grinned, wiping away the tiny, already forgotten tears. ”Oh Anne-Marie! I knew someone was going to come to the park eventually. You have a very pretty singing voice, you know.” The little girl’s voice was very serious with the compliment and she grinned again. ”But anyway. I was sitting here waiting for someone to come along ‘cause I’m very bored, and the Wheelers are busy with whatever it is they always do. Plus they hardly have the time to play silly little games with a little girl.” She took in another big breath as though to compensate for her quickly spoken words. It took a lot out of the little girl.
”Perhaps you can play with me. … If you’re not busy that is, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Amelia knew full well that Anne-Marie wasn’t doing anything right now, if she were the other girl wouldn’t have come to the park and sing with her. ”I was thinking about having a tea party today, you see, ‘cause Mrs. Wheeler just recently went out and bought a new kind of tea. Strawberry tea I think she said she bought. It smells really good, and I think there’s also some cookies there, too. So maybe you can have a tea party with me? You can be the princess of China if you like, and I’ll be the princess of Russia. Pleeeaaassseeee?!” By now she had jumped off the swing and was twisting her torso, making her dress flare side-to-side in an adorable fashion. One of Amelia’s most powerful weapons; looking adorable.
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Post by ANNE-MARIE CHARLOTTE CROSS on Nov 22, 2010 21:40:07 GMT -5
Anne-Marie Charlotte Cross [/font] [/center] Marie smiled softly and kept singing as Amelia joined her, liking how the little girl's voice blended into her voice so well. Amelia had the sweet, bell-like voice of a child, and as a musician Marie loved it. Marie smiled at Amelia's compliment. "Thank you Amelia, and you have a very pretty voice too." The young teenager smiled, "And you can just call me Marie." She had never liked her full name, thought it was what most people called her. She had grown up in a formal time, no short forms or nicknames. Even now she had trouble getting people calling her just Marie, but she figured if anyone would it would be Amelia.
She felt a pang of sadness for the little girl, as hard as it was to be stuck at fourteen forever, five would be so much worse. And poor Amelia was probably always looking for someone to play with. Marie knew that the other royals weren't much for fun, they were usually too busy with making and enforcing rules or sucking up to her parents. "No sweetheart, of course I have time to play." Marie smiled and tweaked the little girl's nose. Loving how sweet and innocent Amelia looked. "And princess tea time sounds like amazing, I haven't played that in years."
Marie got to her feet and walked over to Amelia, she held her arm out to the little girl, holding it lower so that Amelia could loop their arms together. "Shall we go have tea Princess Amelia?" She said in her best princess voice. Why not play princess? They were both royals after all.
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