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The Society of Broken Souls RP
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Oct 27, 2011 06:28PM
Sara laid a hand on Rommies shoulder. "Im sorry...Truly am..."
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She smiled lightly. "Its alright...I learned to deal with it."
Sara winked. "Good, but it really should cease all together..."
((I just started reading Persepolis! Ah-mazing!!!))
((I just started reading Persepolis! Ah-mazing!!!))
((hah!!))She nodded.
"Well, i promised i would say my issues, but...They seem pretty tiny now..."
"It doesn't matter. An issue is an issue, no matter how big it is."
She looked down. "I cant find the courage to take the veil off. I know i dont have to wear it now, its not required...but i got so used to it...in Iran..." She kept her eyes on the floor. "I sometimes wish i could go back. See whats left of my friends. Speak my own language. HAVE to wear the scarf...But, thats silly of me. Yet, i cant part with it. I dunno."
She nodded. "Why cant you just take it off?"
"Oh, so that's why you wear a veil," he muttered under his breath.
"Because..." And this was the hardest to admit. "As much as i would love to forget my past in my old country, i still feel...tied to it somehow. Like it still holds a part of me. Like i have to honor it still."
Rommie looked over to him.((i gtg :( ))
Evan blushed as he noticed her looking at him.((aaaaaaaaaaaw..byes))
Sara looked off. "I know I shouldn't...I shouldn't have said anything. Forget it all." She was terribly embaressed.
She wanted to die. She thought about suicide everyday, but not so much as she did at this moment. She had practically just devulged her heart out to a bunch of people she didn't know, and she knew it was pointless. Her effort was wasted.
"You know Sara...that's actually a good reason to come here...It'll make ou braver," for once, Evan had actually pput some thought into what he said.
"What do you mean?" She said, coming out of her daze. "Am I brave for still wearing the godforsaken thing? Am I brave for shunning new culture as if it was a fatal disease? Am I brave for refusing to learn English for a year? Does that make me brave? Does standing up to nothing make me brave? I think not!"
"Bravery, is to come out of your shell..."he said and puased,"When I walked in here, you didn't even say hello. After I got you talking, you started to speak more. Something must've clicked in your head when you finally decided to learn English. Like it's okay to talk to me."
Her lips turned into a pretty pout for a moment. "But...But I'm nothing but a failure. People in my old country would kill me! I'm not allowed to go back, and that's all I want to do! I don't belong in this society, that's why I revolted...I...I don't know how else to prove it..." She closed her eyes, in concentration. "And I act normal at home. I don't wear the scarf. I speak English there too...I do what every Amercian 16 year old does. Why can't I do it in public? Why can't I find the courage. The bravery. I am a coward, through and through..."
"You are not a coward!" he insisted. "How else would you even have the courage to come here. Or even tell me what you're thinking? You don't even know me! And at home, yah... most people are better at being themselves at home. It might take a while for you to actually feel safe enough to take off your scarf, and show us who you really are. And people are okay with that."
"No they aren't! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW! Nobody is okay with it! No one! Not one person I've met has ever not said anything about it! And it makes me feel like s***, yet I continue to wear it like a stupid person! They call me names and taunt me...they call me..." She bit back her lip, but the word came out faster and louder than she expected. "TERRORIST! They call me a terrorist!"
Evan frowned,"That is not....ah... nice..." He sighed and looked at her,"A lot of people judge others, it's just the way of life. If they call you a terrorist...well A) They are being stereotypical. and B) They are just jerks. I'm sure you're as pretty on the inside as what you are on the outside."
Her voice caught in her throat, and she couldn't say anymore. Did he really say that? Did he just call me pretty? She asked herself over and over. But he is a man. Don give into temptation. Stop it!
He finally caught onto what he ended with,"Oh shit..." Now she thinks I'm a freak, great just great. I can't even talk without screwing up. I think every girl is pretty, but some are hotter than others.... dammit! curse my language!
She placed a hand on her torso, and looked to the door. She stood abruptly, and said mousily "I have to go. Its been a pleasure." And swung the door open and stormed down the hall, ignoring the weird looks she got from little five year olds with their moms.
((Ahhh! Now I'm all alone!!!))
((Grrr....that's my own stupid fault...Lol))
((XD we could rp in Dionysus until i have to go bye bye))
((Question, though. Does Evan like Sara, or not so much? I don't care either way....))
((*shrugs* i dunno..... in my opinion. my character doesn't even know what he thinks.))
Annie chewed her lip guiltily. "I was foolish for coming. My problems... they are not problems compared to those of others." She stood to leave.
Rommie sat there, looking at Evan. "Err...I should go...before I get into even more trouble than I am already.."
((really?))
((damn :D lol but i edited and rommie said somthing to evan.))
"I probably should've left first, I have an uncivil tongue...too quick to speak, I was the one who made her upset."
"Its fine. She's a sensitive soul, that's all," she said. Her voice was soft and loft, like you were dreaming, or floating.
He shook his head,"I'm worse than she is."
"Then maybe you are too quick to speak, but you just want to help, or know more about someone or something. Curiosity killed the cat, so they say," she said, twirling a lock of blue hair.
She gave a simple nod. She was terribly hungry, but doing this ensured her of about 2 days without meals.
"Hmph...Well I'm starved, and we don't have any important things happening currently, so who wants to come with me?"
Say yes! she thought.
