Enjoying the pines, Tag Celeste

[Erica Garner]

Erica was in a reflective mood today so down to the forest she had headed with her mp3. Once she arrived, she switched it off and pocketed it. The forest was so peaceful right now. She walked down a well trodden path hands swaying by her hips somewhat. She smiled to herself. It was a cliche but she really did feel even more relaxed here. She could really hear herself think which was great except she didn't have much to think about. She almost laughed out loud. She gazed around. How many artists and poets had come here to think?

She found a tree and sat under it thoughtfully. In some ways she wished she had something to be inspired for. But just sitting here was nice too. She looked up at the treetops. She wondered if there were any ghosts here. Could they feel the peace? She didn't suppose so if they were murdered here. She shuddered at the thought. Good job she didn't come here at night. That would be quite the experience.

[Céleste Ducale]

Céleste took a walk in the woods. She felt protected by the trees, as sunshine fell on her face, and everything was light around her. In the forest it was quiet, and Céleste always calmed down from several daily events she rather would not have experienced.

She walked further, and then she heard the breathing of a human. A weird feeling built up inside her. Something like.... refusal. She didn't want to talk. As always. Yet she found herself following the sound. She didn't understand that, yet she did it.
Apparently she resented and yearned for company the same time.

It didn't take long until the person came in sight. It was a girl sitting under a tree. Music sounded from her earphone, and disturbed the natural sounds of the forest, which slightly annoyed Céleste. Who was she to.... and she broke off in her head. It didn't quite matter what the girl did or what annoyed her, but she annoyed her. Regardless of what actually was the case.

"You", she started, "what are you doing here? Do you even realize that.... the forest should be a place of.... of calmness?!" The argument was silly, but not in Céleste's head. For sure not in that moment anyway.

[Erica Garner]

Erica was relaxing deeply to the notes of Rufus Wainwright's Hallelujah when she felt someone looking over at her. Discreetly she paused the song and looked up in the direction the gaze seemed to be coming from. She spotted a blonde girl watching her. That was a little creepy wasn't it? Then again Erica couldn't talk. She was a medium, she was all about the creepy and the supernatural. Frankly someone staring at her shouldn't be all that unnerving. After all ghosts could be staring at her all the time.

She was about to press play again when the girl suddenly erupted in an angry yell, taking Erica by surprise. She blinked several times. What was she having a go at her for? Playing music? Seriously? She looked at the mp3 in her hand. She had headphones in for crying out loud.... Or maybe it was louder than she thought. She removed the headphones and pressed play.

It was quite audible and the forest was a quiet place. But that didn't mean the girl had the right to yell at her like that. Erica jumped to her feet smoothly.

"Place of calmness eh?" she said folding her arms. "Then you'd better calm the hell down hadn't you?"

[Céleste Ducale]

Céleste was stunned for a moment. It was such a good argument that she didn't know how to answer. She opened her mouth and then shut it. The realization of having lost in the first seconds only slowly got to her. Tears of embarrassment filled her eyes. "The music is too loud", she stuttered, still believing in her cause, not accepting loss. Not this time. She's gone through this too often, and she didn't want to bear it again.

"It's my opinion", she murmured, the girl probably couldn't hear her. The tears were overflowing now and she held one hand in front of her face so the girl couldn't see to well. As a result Céleste couldn't see anything as well. She pointed to where she guessed the girl was. "You should think of others too. It's disturbing", anger was in her voice, but it was also breaking because of the tears. The others never thought of her. No one talked to her. How could the others have friends? In the village she grew up she'd always been alone, but she'd also been the center of attention. So in a sense... she hadn't been alone?


ooc: Sorry, I was listening to a sad song and got all emotional ;__;