across the mountain - ( mint )

[GIOVONNI ASHTON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] H ere he was again at the base of the mountains, scouring the area for some herbs and grasses that might be useful in some home remedies his momma had taught him. All those years in foster care had made him wary and kind of sick of going to doctors all the time. If he could cure it on his own then that's exactly what he was going to do. His hands pushed his hair from his eyes as he searched and searched. Giovonni wasn't really expecting to find much around here and knew that he would probably have to take to transplanting what he did find back at his garden. Not that he really minded, he just needed to find someone to help him out around the place or soon he would have way to much to do on his own. Between taking care of the animals, a garden and dealing with customers his own time had nearly been obliterated. If he could just find someone in town that didn't care that their boss couldn't actually speak to him that would just be great. He didn't have any family around to help him and no friends except for the animals that he took care of and eventually some rancher would come along and buy them. Taking them away from him forever. The animals didn't care that he couldn't speak. Then again neither did the grass, or the trees, or even the mountain whose base he stood at. It didn't care that they were both silent and instead accepted him for it. Just like he accepted it for its silence. Why couldn't people be more like mountains anyways? Then again being gypsy raised he knew that there was no way a person could stay still that long. Not when there was so much beauty in movement.

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS mint

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES short post had to go

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[CORRINE PORTER]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] MY SACRIFICE ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY If anyone had asked her, yes she was unpacked in what would be her room for the time being. Yes, she was settled in. Yes, of course she had immediately called her family to let them know she had arrived safely. Well, Corrine never said she was the most truthful person in the world. She had basically thrown her bags on the floor of her room and rifled through them quickly to find shorts and tank-top, running around and getting lost would be the efficient way of getting to know the lay of the land, right? Once her feet had hit the ground though and the woman had gotten the rhythm back into her body, a feeling of calm washed over her. This would be alright, everything would be okay, and things would work out. The mantra matched the pace and pounding of her feet, slow but steady. Constant. She needed to keep these things in mind. Yes, she would probably be a mess for the first week here but after that things would get easier. They would. ”They’d better damn well be.” she muttered to herself before veering off to a completely different path. She found herself nearing what appeared to be the base of the mountain. It really was majestic, awe inspiring in a sense. Corrine could certainly start to hear notes begin to plunk themselves out in her mind, the beginnings of her composition. The woman hadn’t really sat down at a piano for a while; sure she had mechanically played a few pieces when her family requested it of her, but nothing she really felt. The swell of sudden music caused her to close her eyes for only a moment as she continued to run, and then caused her to practically trip over something or someone. Tripping over her own feet, she went sprawling a little further before turning back around with an embarrassed look on her face, covering her mouth for a moment. ”Oh god!” she walked quickly back over to the figure, ”I am so sorry! Are you hurt?” she bit her lip and laughed slightly before adding, ”I guess that will teach me to run with my eyes closed.” WORDS! 365 TAGS! Gio! NOTES!

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[GIOVONNI ASHTON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] G iovonni was starting to get into the rhythm of systematically sorting through the grass and pushing the unusable parts away and picking the necessary parts from the ground. He wouldn't take all of it, not with how scarce some of it seemed to be at the moment. He wasn't a botanist or anything but maybe the guy that ran the flower shop would be able to tell him how to make more of it grow and maybe a little quicker. His mind started to wander as it did when he was relaxed. The gypsy started thinking about how long it would be until the new chicks were old enough to be sold and how long it would take for him to find someone to work the front desk for him. He was just about to straighten and stretch his back before it started to get too stiff, at least he was until something sort of tripped over him. Even when I'm in a place that's absolutely deserted people find a way to hurt me. It wasn't like it was a lot of pain though and it faded rather quickly, he just wondered what kind of person was out here like he was and what they could possibly be doing. Giovonni gave a smile towards the girl. He didn't really have any other way of telling her that he was okay unless he got his sketchbook out. Here's to another awkward meeting with a girl that would leave as soon as she found out he couldn't speak.

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS mint

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES short post had to go

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[CORRINE PORTER]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] MY SACRIFICE ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY Corrine stood there for a moment as she waited for the man to reply…and she waited. Okay then. Maybe he hadn’t heard her? Maybe he couldn’t hear her? Or maybe he was just one of those people who just ignored people without any good reason? So many possibilities ran through her head for a few moments as she waited in the awkward silence trying to regain her footing. At least he didn’t appear to bleeding or anything that at least filled her with a sense of relief. That would have been an amazing start to her new life in the valley. ”So, how’s your first couple of days go? You settling in alright? Meeting some nice people?” ”Oh yeah! I’m pretty sure I maimed a guy on the first day I was the island! Injuring people is such a great way to get to know my new neighbors!” Nonetheless, he didn’t appear to go back to whatever it was he had been doing beforehand, or anything else for that matter. Corrine bit her lip, completely unsure of what to do next. Maybe she actually had hurt him in some way? The woman knew the basic signs of injury, bleeding, protruding bones, scars, and the like, but maybe there was something internal? Oh God. Had she almost killed someone?! A slight look of panic appeared on her face as she took a step closer, ”Are…are you really okay? I didn’t cause your…” she searched for what body part could possible start bleeding while still inside your body and the only thing that came to mind was suddenly, ”your…kidney to start bleeding? Did I?” WORDS! 272TAGS! Gio! NOTES!

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[GIOVONNI ASHTON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] G iovonni stared at the girl as she stared at him. He could already guess what was going through her mind, something a long the lines of, Oh my gosh did I hurt him? Is he mad? Why won't he talk? They never seemed to figure it out on their own that he couldn't talk. Then again he didn't expect them too. After all, how often did you meet someone that couldn't speak? He let out another sigh and brushed the dirt off of his shirt and stood. Now was the time she would either start to panic or she would just take off awkwardly and he would probably never see her again. Either way, he needed to get back to picking the grasses. As much as he just wanted to turn back to his work again though it would be rude and he was raised not to be rude to a lady, even if she did trip over you and cause you to crush a good majority of your stock. He wasn't actually expecting this girl to be the panic type but then again people surprised him all the time, usually with how mean they were but that was something different all together. Did she seriously think that just tripping over him would break his kidney? He gently set his a hand to his face and held his other in a stop motion. He really didn't want to pull out the sketchbook for this but it seemed like there was no other choice. The simple book was in his bag, separate from where he stored the wild grasses so that it didn't get ruined. All it took was flipping through it and he found some of his pre-made responses. The one he was looking for simply stated. I'm fine. He held the book up so that she could see it and hoped she got the point.

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS mint

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES BAM

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[CORRINE PORTER]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] MY SACRIFICE ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY Observing how the man just seemed so, calm and nonchalant about the situation at hand made Corrine think that perhaps he was used to this? Not the whole, people crashing into him thing at least she hoped not, but the whole…not talking thing? And if it wasn’t a sickness that was preventing him from speaking for a time or if he was just simply anti-social and hated the entire world then, what was left exactly? When he held out the universal stop gesture, she took a small breath and moved some stray hair away from her eyes. Corri really couldn’t help but think how weird and awkward this situation was though. However, she grew a little curious when he pulled out a book that looked to have a myriad of written responses. The final pieces of the puzzle finally fit together in her head and she let out a small, ”Ohhh.” of realization. Obviously the whole picture wasn’t there, but Corrine figured it might be not be the best idea to really ask about it now. She rubbed her forehead as a small smile crossed her face, she felt like idiot out from her slight overreaction. ”I’m equally sorry I blew the whole thing out of proportion then. I just really didn’t want to have killed one of the first people I met.” she laughed slightly and shrugged her shoulders; well at least this whole embarrassment hadn’t been too public. ”Can…can I help you out here though?” she looked around at the herbs that she appeared to have assisted in scattering and felt bad that some of them appeared to be crushed or broken. WORDS! 274TAGS! Gio! NOTES! bleh, short post is short

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[GIOVONNI ASHTON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] F inally it seemed like someone around here was starting to get the idea. At least she wasn’t freaking out anymore and that was always a plus. He gave her a quick nod and a warm smile, the least he could do for her starting to understand the situation. He flipped the sketchbook to another page and held it up once more. Are you okay? She had been the one to trip over him after all and it was rude to not ask a lady if they were okay after something like that, even if it was all their fault. The girl didn’t seem too bad now that she was starting to calm down. She’s kind of cute even. Not that it really matters but… His face got a look of shock on it when she actually asked if she could give him a hand. He wondered though if she even really knew what she was doing. He didn’t want her to come and try to help and end up ruining what few plants that were able to be picked were left. Hands used to the motions flipped the pages again; he didn’t find anything related to what he wanted so a pencil was procured from his shirt pocket. Do you know plants very well? It was blunt and to the point but it was far too much of a hassle to try and write around the bush. Daylight was wasting though and before long it would start to get dark and then he wouldn’t be able to get anything done. The gypsy debated spending the night at the base of the mountain so he could get up early and pick herbs as well, maybe find some that bloomed only in the morning…

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS corrine

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES boop

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