to the end of horizon [open to all mp3s]

[b.r.n]

[OOC NOTE: This takes place when the mp3s were still living children. They most likely had different names. Whether they look different or not is an option up to you.]

The grey haired girl stared down at her small cup of tea, her own tear drops creating ripples in the supposedly-soothing liquid. So, she was going to die. That couldn't have been true...after all, it was just a dumb fortune!

She ran her small, cream colored hands through her short, platinum blond hair, purple eyes gleaming and sparkling with tears. She pulled her hood over her head, rubbing away the remaining tears that threatened to fall. It wasn't fair, not fair at all! There was no one at the part this early in the morning. Unable to contain he rage, she threw the delicate tea cup at the nearest tree and watched as it shattered, sending tea flying as well as sparkling shards of porcelain. She rested her face in the palm of her hands, shoulder shuddering....Beatrice hoped no one saw her.

[i.c.h.i.]

ICHIMARU SHIAWASE
"Datteba - datteba - datteBAYO!"

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Ichimaru isn't exactly counting on seeing someone, having decided to go out due to his parents sleeping and his siblings being buttheads and ignoring him. The blond frowns, running fingers through spiky locks, blue eyes looking down rather sadly and almost contemplative down towards the grass he's stepping on. He finds that it's so different to go out on your own, to have no-one with you; to suddenly have nothing to talk of. He's almost tempted to talk to himself, but knows how stupid that is. He sticks his tongue out briefly, before a shattering crash resounds in his ears.

Wide-eyed, the boy decides to run towards the direction of the sound, curious and surprised that something like that could happen today. How could something so randomly crash like that? Ichimaru pauses, stops when he sees a girl crying - something made of porcelain shattered and broken on the ground. He bites on his lower lip before approaching her, standing in front of her broken form and crouching so that he can look up at her, inquisitive.

"What's wrong, huh?"[/font][/blockquote]

[b.r.n]

Beatrice was bawling, the skin around her eyes red and puffy. She didn't want to die.....she clung to the hood of her hoodie, almost ripping the article of clothing off of her head. And when she heard a noise, she jumped.

It all sounded like a string of words, exhaled out in a comforting tone. A stranger...? She lowers her head a little, but watery, purple eyes glance at the blonde stranger, then at the white shards behind him. "I'm fine," she whimpered, wiping anyway any remaining tears with the back of her sleeve.

No, she couldn't tell him. Even if he did ask her what was wrong, he probably did not want to know her problems. She couldn't even tell her mother, the woman she believed in most. The sole person she'd tell all...well..almost all of what she knew to with no persuasion. None at all.

So. It was nothing. Fortunes did not come true, anyway, right? She'd be fine. She'd live to one-hundred and she would not die even then. She'd look back on this day and laugh an old woman's laugh and say 'ah, yes, that day'.

She. Would. Not. Die.

"W-What are you doing out here so early, mister?" she sniffed, an attempt to change subject. The 'mister' was not needed since this boy looked only a wee bit older than her, but she had no idea what else to call him.

[i.c.h.i.]

ICHIMARU SHIAWASE
"Datteba - datteba - datteBAYO!"

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Ichimaru listens to the tone of voice she uses for her 'fine' statement, knowing she doesn't mean it; but chooses not to ask otherwise. He's still crouching, though, with his elbows on his knees and his inquisitive-looking ocean blues looking up at the sad, crying girl. He's not used to people crying and vulnerable, having always been around those who were strong. He figures that she wouldn't really answer him, anyway. And, he also figures that he shouldn't pry. The blond holds in a laugh at the way he's thinking, and then topples over when her voice suddenly slices through the silence - falling on his back with a soft 'ow'.[/font]

"Well, right now, I'm on my back on the ground. But I think I'll be walkin' around, soon. I gotta escape my family. They're holding me back," Ichimaru states, frownign and sitting up; so that he's sitting Indian-style on the path. He looks up once more at stranger-girl, and then digs through his pocket for a handkerchief, hand outstretching to give it to her.

"Don't be a weenie. You can do better than that. Common, smile. Life's stretched out in fronta us, and all you're gonna do is frown? Naw, that's not good behavior. Why don'tcha give Ichi-kun a smile, Hana-chan?" Ichimaru finds that he can't exactly ask for her name, and so gives her the nickname flower, because of the vulnerability that practically oozes out of her. Just like a flower. But just like them, he knows she can be strong, if she tries.[/blockquote]

[b.r.n]

Beatrice blinked her eyes, the tears gone but the red and puffiness still there. She rubbed her eyes once more as she pondered her new name. 'Hana-chan'? Didn't 'hana' mean flower? She stared at him before letting a smile slowly force itself upon her face.

"O-Okay...I..Ichi-k..kun," she sputtered. She staggers off of the bench and walks past 'Ichi-kun' to go pick up the tiny porcelain pieces, a few of them almost pricking her tiny fingers.

"Why are you trying to escape your family?" she finally asks, her voice no longer stuttering and nervous but solid and confident. "Is it okay if I walk with you?" Little Beatrice turns her head slightly so she can gaze at Ichi-kun with one inquisitive optic. May be Ichi-kun didn't have a very supportive family...

[i.c.h.i.]

ICHIMARU SHIAWASE
"Datteba - datteba - datteBAYO!"

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Ichimaru feels a sense of accomplishment when he gets her smile, but finds that perhaps she doesn't need the handkerchief he offered. He slips it back into his pocket, beaming wide and cheery towards her, and then blinking as she decides to walk over to the mess by the tree, a bit confused as to what she was planning to do - before realizing that it was probably her doing. He almost forgot that they were possibly the only two here.[/font]

"Just keep smilin', alright? The world's here for ya,"[/font] he says, though follows her towards the horrid, broken mess - bending over as well to pick up a few of the broken shards, and wincing just slightly as some sliced into his tan skin. He tries not to show that it stings a little, and simply gathers them into his hand, blinking when she gives him that question. "They don't like me much. Think I'm some kinda maniac. But that's okay. I'm fine by myself. I don't have much friends, either."

He's cut off when she asks him another question, and he laughs a little, not used to someone wanting to spend time with him. Unlike most of the kids in his neighborhood, he's full of cheerfulness and aggressiveness. Most of the time, he's the leader figure. But he nods, and then he makes his way to the trash bin to throw the shards away.

"Of course," Ichimaru says, turning back to face his companion with a smile - fingers holding tiny cuts from porcelain shards. "How could I say no?"[/blockquote]

[b.r.n]

Beatrice looked up at her newly-made acquaintance and almost habitually squeezed the sharp shards until the palm of her hand. It's a good thing she caught her self before she could dig the little shards into her hand. She needn't add to the numerous stinging cuts on her finger.

"You don't seem like a maniac," she mused aloud, standing up straight while cupping the glistening shards. Docile eyes looked around ..where was it...where was it...? Oh, there it was! She scrambled over to the trash can, dumping all of the shards into the black hole.

She had heard him give her permission to walk with him and she stood in place, leaning against the tree next to the trash can, waiting for him. Morning Garden was really pretty at sunrise. Hopefully, by the time the sun rose, they would be able to have a good view of it.