Theramore Girl

It's happy hour, the alcohol is flowing. It's time to pull up a tankard of ale, bottle of wine for the ladies and regail tales of heroism and grandeur.

Topic/Postby Vennie » 05 Aug 2008, 21:03

Theramore Girl

Maria sat in the corner beside the fireplace, her hands glazing over the warmth breath of the fire to subdue the frozen air particles surrounding her fragile, small hands. Underneath her arm she clutched Ted; a small, poorly stictched bear of straw with an eye missing from it's right socket.

Ryan crossed his legs and rocked swiftly on the carved oak chair. His round, thick spectacles concealing young, curious eyes as his attention remained captivated to the nearby military activity. Below him sat his brother Alan, who leaned against the chair as if recognising it as a safe haven - his body was turned toward it, and he sat in a manner of hiding. His brother noticed his sibling shuffling and without eye contact, gently placed his hand on the boy's head and halted his movements. Alan looked up at his brother with a somewhat yearning expression; possibly asking of a hug, or of some display of affection. But Marty ignored his brother's "childish" wishes and returned to admiring the army's practices.

Maeve sat on a stool in the corner of the room. Her fingers twitched with an urgency to do something. Green, smoldering eyes darted about the room searchingly, as if hunting for an object of amusement. With no such luck, she sighed heavily, almost as if asking for attention, before dramatically swinging her head to outside. No one took any notice, too busy with their own devices; Marty was thinking, Alan was whimpering whilst Maeve cuddled Ted lovingly - and just made Alan feel more distant from his brother.

Outside on the porch, Veneta sat and slowly sipped her garden tea before placing it back down beside her spotless, vividly coloured red plimsoles as she picked up a small picture book. Delicately flicking through each page as if it were a prized ornament, she would marvel at the lush forests, the captivating seas and the soothing sands. A warm smile pasted itself across her young, unblemished skin whilst she brushed a small crumb off of her lap. Veneta's eyes retracted from the book (this was a very rare occurrance) to the Theramore harbour before her person jumping at a smashing sound from within the cottage. She grumbled, picking up her book and placing it under her arm, turning swiftly, too swiftly, and consequently knocking the cup of tea over. She scrambled to the floor, attempting to pick up the broken pieces of china, whilst making grass stains on her white dress. Making her way into the cottage she resumed her grumbling, dreaming of the places within the pages she had so wished to jump into and explore.

Maeve stared down at the floor with a mischievous grin on her face. Marty had awoke from his military observations and bent down to comfort Maria, who had recently burst into tears whilst Ted laid in the centre of the cottage without a head. Like most children, after weeping comes rage. Maria being the littlest and quiestest of the five, suprised Ryan by leaping with full force at Maeve, who reflected the suprise of the action with a look of horror. Ryan was unable to grab Maria in time to prevent her from battering Maeve with a force to be reckoned with. After a few minutes of tussling and fist flying from both parties, Ryan single handedly managed to separate the two.

His tone was stern and infuriated.
"How dare you two do such a thing in this household! Your parents would be ashamed of you! My Daddy says anyone who fights is an idiot - so you're an idiot!"

Maria, although packing a punch, was a wimp when it came to verbal conflict, and a flood of tears ensued after Ryan's rant, leading to Maria withdrawing back to the fire and sobbing. Maeve, however, didn't take the words so lightly -

"Oh you think you're so cool don't you! Just because you're oldest and you sit on your high chair all day. Well I don't have to listen to you! Stop trying to be the parent because you never will replace my Daddy!"

Memories had seemed to flood Maeve's memory of her childhood with her parents which all became a bit too much for her. In the same way as Maria, except in a louder, far more dramatic way, she retreated to her own 'quarter' in the cottage and wailed.

Ryan had slumped into the chair with a loud sound of depression. Veneta stood in the doorway as she had for the past few minutes, observing the activities, arguments and attacks. Sitting up in his chair, he stared at Veneta, who returned the gesture, before he stood abruptly, subsequently making Veneta jump.

"What you looking at Bookface?! Go read another book about stupid seas and forests! You're nothing - your Daddy and Mam left you because you're worthless! They hated you just like we do. You're ugly and pathetic and stoooopid!"

With this lashing of words he grabbed Veneta's book and ripped it into shreds, tossing it into the fireplace. After this impulsive action, he turned his attention to all of her books, one by one decapitating and ruining each novel, picture book, fable and rhyming booklet. Veneta stood frozen in disbelief, as if unable to cry but unable to move in complete breakdown. Ryan grabbed her and threw her out of the cottage, the girl brutally landing on the stones face first, grazing her face horridly.

"Don't ever come back you hussy!" Ryan yelled at the top of his voice, scaring the other children into hiding.

Veneta lied on the ground as the door shut, and wept on Theramore's floors.
Vennie
 

Topic/Postby Vennie » 06 Aug 2008, 10:46

The winds came as the emotions did - swiftly, harshly and suprisingly. Veneta scrambled to her feet and looked up at the swirling skies, her brown locks flowing wildly through the enraged air.

The other children had walked outside to acknowledge the commotion with fear and confusion. Noticing Veneta on the steps, they chased her to her boat on the harbour. A fine boat, carefully crafted with a red umbrella lying inside. The girl jumped into the mode of transport and Ryan followed suit. The wind suddenly picked up pace and knocked the boat off of the harbour. Like desperate rats, the boy and girl struggled to grab the paddles, with no success. The remaining children left on the bay looked shocked and were shouting things in a feeble attempt to 'help' -

"Jump off and swim!"
Both replied with the helpless response
"I can't swim!"

By this time the boat was drifting further away. Alan was running down the side of the port, trying to grab his brother's hand, who was reaching out to him. However, with both having short arms (seemingly a hereditary trait) the boat rocked out of reach and out of safety. Veneta hid under her umbrella from the rain, whilst Ryan glared at her - if looks could kill, the Theramore girl would've certainly dropped dead at that very moment.

"You and your stupid boat!" Grunted Ryan as he desperately searched his surroundings. The land was just a dot now, and the boat seemed to be floating into the unknown.

"It's not my fault! I...If you hadn't jumped in the b-boat we wouldn't be here!"
Veneta stuttered, terrified of standing up to the 'parental' figure but having no choice in the circumstances.
Ryan looked as if he was about to explode, his complexion red and his face crumpled with gritted teeth.
Both children were so busy squabbling that they did not realise the large rock that they were about to plummet into, until it was too late.

"The rock!"
The children desperately paddled away with their hands, the boat smashing into tiny pieces as the children were knocked out cold.
Vennie
 

Topic/Postby Vennie » 06 Aug 2008, 11:01

Days could've passed. Possibly weeks, but the environment had certainly changed during this time. The marsh country that they were so used to was now sand, and the dark trees were now what we'd acknowledge as palm trees. The grey clouds had dispersed and in their wake left clear, blue skies.

Veneta awoke to find herself lying ontop of a narrow plank of wood positioned on a sandy terrain. She stumbled to her feet and looked around - she was surrounded. But not by monsters, or pirates as her stories of these places had told her, but water. The terrain seemed to be an Island, and behind her was a fortress like structure constructed from measly scraps of wood, although still emitting an aura of menace. Whilst glancing around for an escape route, the girl heard shouts from within the fortress. 'Help, there must be help inside! Maybe they know how I can get home' she thought to herself and without thought or caution, she ran inside.

Unfortunately for her, the shouts were from Ryan, who was scoffing his face with delicacies he had found inside.

"You shouldn't be eating those" she said, glancing down at Ryan with a certain suspiscion.

Ryan returned a sort of childish expression, his eyes squinting with his tongue out -

He put on a stupid voice, which was said to represent Veneta -
"Don't eat those Ryan! I'm a stupid idiot who should go and drown and make the world a better place" he sniggered at his own words and stuffed more food into his mouth.

The girl sighed heavily.

"Oh come on Vennie. You must be hungry"

Veneta had noticed her stomach making a rather loud sound and she reluctantly bent down and nibbled on some aged cheddar.

Ryan brushed himself off and stood up, spinning around as well as laughing.

"This is great! We have our own *proper* house. We can have parties and relax and not be disturbed and-"
He noticed Veneta's thoughtful expression.
"What?"

"What if.."
"What if what?"
"Well" Veneta looked at the various crests on the wall, "What if this is someone else's home?"

Ryan laughed.
"Then we'll fight 'em for it! Ain't no man in Azeroth who can defeat Ryan McCaffrey"
With this vain phrase he jumped onto a nearby set of benches and danced across them, making fighting noises and movements occasionally.

Vennie couldn't help but snicker slightly at this display of hooliganism from Ryan, but her gesture was quickly shortened as men sprung from all sides of the hall, grabbing the two children and dragging them, kicking and screaming, to a small, derelict room downstairs.
Vennie
 

Topic/Postby Vennie » 06 Aug 2008, 11:23

"Well wha' be we havin' 'ere gentl'man!" The man cackled from his depths, digging up one of his nostrils and then running his fingers through his hair.

"Let us go!" Ryan struggled in vain but the man gave him a clear slap to the face with a laugh following whilst Ryan sat in complete shock.

"Arrrrhah! Ye be a feisty one!" The man grinned widely before walking out of the room and locking the door.

Veneta paused and turned to face Ryan with a light sigh -
"Well...I told you so"

Ryan grunted and looked around for means of exit. Barrels of rum of some sort surrounded them, along with a black powder. Both children looked at eachother and swallowed hard. With this recognition of the events to come, both children wriggled furiously. Vennie had always been rather skinny and managed to slip out of the rope, untying Ryan before the two fleed from the fortress.

"Wait" Ryan said
"Wait?! What do you want to be Pirate meat!" Vennie squeaked, exasperated.
Ryan pushed the girl aside and ran straight into the fortress.

"Ryan no!" Veneta went to run to her companion, but a fiery explosion of powder and wood stopped them, Veneta screamed as she fell into the sand.

"Ryan! Ryan!"
Tears flooded down the youngster's cheek as she searched with desperation for the young boy. The dust cleared and the girl ran as fast as her feet would take her into the ruins, continually screaming her friend's name before finding him in a heap of rubble. He coughed consecutively and hoarsely, reaching out for Veneta's hand.

"V..Vennie.."
"It's going to be okay Ryan I promise" the girl gripped the boy's hand, a strong sense of possibly love consuming her for probably the first time in her life.
Ryan smiled.
"Tell my brother I l..love him" Ryan held onto Veneta as hard as he could whilst she struggled to pull him onto her lap and from under the wood.
"You can tell him yourself you're going to be fine!" the girl's eyes welled up with genuine tears as she clutched to his hand and looked down on him.
"Why have you stopped holding my hand, Ven?"
Veneta looked down. Their hands were entwined.
"Silly I'm still holding them lo-"
Veneta's eyes trailed back to Ryan's face, which had flopped onto her lap and his grip on her hand loosened.
"R.." She turned his head, glancing over his still, bloody face.
"Ryan wake up...Ryan...Ryan wake up its not funny anymore!" Veneta shook him savagely, gradually bursting into tears before flopping her head onto his chest and wailing at the top of her voice.
She mumbled "I'm sorry Ryan.."

With that she heard rowdy shouts from the distance and noticed a ship had pulled up, a ship just like the one she had shared with her father - the one she and Ryan had destroyed. She hovered from the floor and tried to drag Ryan's lifeless corpse with her. Determined, she tried her very hardest, her face red and bursting. The pirates stormed the place, and she ran behind some nearby rubble, making her way to the boat with tears streaming down her face as she drifted into the sunset, her eyes fixated on Ryan as the pirates surrounded him.

Her eyes turned to the horizon as the sun had disappeared and the rain began to fall harshly. It drenched her, just as Ryan's death had drowned her spirit. She curled up into a ball within the boat and wished she had taken Ryan's place. As she sailed across this cruel world, she realised that her Theramore days were over - life was not as idyllic as it seemed. Her mother never did go on a mission as her father said - she was killed. This horrible realisation only made the girl stronger. Determined to make a difference, she grabbed the paddles with her sights set on the great Cathedral she had heard of - wherever it was, she'd find it.
Vennie
 


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