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Going on vacation today until Wednesday! Will be rolling out posts when I get back!
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"I want it done right this time. No iffy situations like the car accident. I don't care how, just do it as soon as possible. I need her gone before its too late."
She had heard it with her own ears. Snow had known her step mother was cruel and unusual, but to try and kill her? To set something up like this? She would have never thought the woman would go so far. It scared her. She wasn't sure what to do at first, but knew whatever it was, she had to do it quickly. Who knew when the man her step mother was talking to was going to act. She packed what she could into a book bag, some clothes, a book of stories her mother had given her as a child, a picture of she, her brother, and her parents, and what little money she had(which wasn't much at all). She wasn't sure what she would do when she was out, but she just had to leave. And she had to leave now.
She looked out of her bedroom room. She was on the second story of the rather large house, so this would be difficult. Her room faced the back yard and in the back yard was the rather old trampoline she and her brother used to play on when they were a little younger. At least, when he had been with her. Now it was a little rusted, and she knew this was taking a huge leap of faith, literally, but she had a feeling if she tried sneaking down the stairs she would get caught. She crouched on her window sill, and taking a deep breath, she jumped, wincing as she landed on the old tarp, the springs squeaking in protest, but thankful holding her weight. She crawled off of the trampoline and hurried to go around the house, gasping when she almost ran right into a man.
Whether her step mother had known she was going to tr to run away, or the man who had been hired to kill her just happened to pick this moment to do the deed she would never know, but the man grabbed her and covered her mouth with a gag to keep her from screaming before he dragged her struggling form into the large expanse of woods behind the house. He took her deeper and deeper into the woods and threw her roughly on the ground. Fear welled up inside of snow as she layed there, sobbing, waiting for the man to do what ever he was going to do to her.
The man grabbed her by her long dark hair and jerked her up to her knees. She thought for sure that was going to be the end. That he would kill her then and there. There was a long pause though and next thing she knew, she felt a slash of the blade and the sudden release of her. Looking back, she saw the man holding her long hair in his hands. He was going to use the hair as proof of him 'killing' her, "Leave now. And never return, or it might be your step mother to do the killing."
Snow looked at him for a moment and jerking the gag from her mouth she said a quick thank you to him before she ran off, this time going further into the snowy woods. It was cold, and she was sore, still recovering physically from her recent car wreck apparently caused by her step mother trying to get rid of her. Snow blew around her and as she looked around, she realized she had no idea where she was, or how to even get out of the forest. Still, she continued on, she trembling as she ran, darting between the trees until she couldn't run any more. She fell into the snow, shivering, curling up there, sobbing. Maybe her step mother would get what she wanted. Maybe she would die out in the woods. That would make things easier for the woman. Make it seem even more like an accident. A poor runaway girl caught in a snow storm. The perfect cover story.
She thought it ironic. Her mother had named her Snow because she and been born outside, when her mother and father had been on a camping rip and it snowed. And now, she would die outside in the snow. Born in the snow, and died in the snow. It seemed right and yet wrong all at the same time.
Curling up more into her ball as the snow fell on her, she closed her eyes, letting the darkness of sleep take her in for what she thought to be the last time.
She had heard it with her own ears. Snow had known her step mother was cruel and unusual, but to try and kill her? To set something up like this? She would have never thought the woman would go so far. It scared her. She wasn't sure what to do at first, but knew whatever it was, she had to do it quickly. Who knew when the man her step mother was talking to was going to act. She packed what she could into a book bag, some clothes, a book of stories her mother had given her as a child, a picture of she, her brother, and her parents, and what little money she had(which wasn't much at all). She wasn't sure what she would do when she was out, but she just had to leave. And she had to leave now.
She looked out of her bedroom room. She was on the second story of the rather large house, so this would be difficult. Her room faced the back yard and in the back yard was the rather old trampoline she and her brother used to play on when they were a little younger. At least, when he had been with her. Now it was a little rusted, and she knew this was taking a huge leap of faith, literally, but she had a feeling if she tried sneaking down the stairs she would get caught. She crouched on her window sill, and taking a deep breath, she jumped, wincing as she landed on the old tarp, the springs squeaking in protest, but thankful holding her weight. She crawled off of the trampoline and hurried to go around the house, gasping when she almost ran right into a man.
Whether her step mother had known she was going to tr to run away, or the man who had been hired to kill her just happened to pick this moment to do the deed she would never know, but the man grabbed her and covered her mouth with a gag to keep her from screaming before he dragged her struggling form into the large expanse of woods behind the house. He took her deeper and deeper into the woods and threw her roughly on the ground. Fear welled up inside of snow as she layed there, sobbing, waiting for the man to do what ever he was going to do to her.
The man grabbed her by her long dark hair and jerked her up to her knees. She thought for sure that was going to be the end. That he would kill her then and there. There was a long pause though and next thing she knew, she felt a slash of the blade and the sudden release of her. Looking back, she saw the man holding her long hair in his hands. He was going to use the hair as proof of him 'killing' her, "Leave now. And never return, or it might be your step mother to do the killing."
Snow looked at him for a moment and jerking the gag from her mouth she said a quick thank you to him before she ran off, this time going further into the snowy woods. It was cold, and she was sore, still recovering physically from her recent car wreck apparently caused by her step mother trying to get rid of her. Snow blew around her and as she looked around, she realized she had no idea where she was, or how to even get out of the forest. Still, she continued on, she trembling as she ran, darting between the trees until she couldn't run any more. She fell into the snow, shivering, curling up there, sobbing. Maybe her step mother would get what she wanted. Maybe she would die out in the woods. That would make things easier for the woman. Make it seem even more like an accident. A poor runaway girl caught in a snow storm. The perfect cover story.
She thought it ironic. Her mother had named her Snow because she and been born outside, when her mother and father had been on a camping rip and it snowed. And now, she would die outside in the snow. Born in the snow, and died in the snow. It seemed right and yet wrong all at the same time.
Curling up more into her ball as the snow fell on her, she closed her eyes, letting the darkness of sleep take her in for what she thought to be the last time.
Name: Snow White
Nickname: When she was around her older brother, he always tended to call her Snow Ball
Age: 17
Hobby: She loves music. Mainly she sings though.
Bio: She had a great childhood with her mother, father, and older brother. She and her older brother were always very close and he was best friend. When she turned 8 years old, her mother died of cancer and two years later her father married their step mother, Melissa. Melissa, though she seemed to dislike children, especially Snow White and her brother, had seemed okay and she made their father happy, so they didn't see anything wrong. It wasn't until their father died when Snow was 12 and their step mother learned that their father had left everything to his two kids(though they couldn't get the belongings like money and other left behinds until they turned 18), that she turned on them. She made their lives miserable. So much so that when Snow was 14 her older brother ran away from home, promising that he would find them a place to stay and come back for her. But he never did. Snow never knew what happened to her brother and fears the worst. Three years have passed, and as Snow reaches the age to claim her father's fortune, her step mother strives to get rid of her. She comes to find that a car wreck she was recently in was planned to try and kill Snow, but when that didn't work, her step mother hires a man to kill her. Snow, overhearing this while in the hospital recovering from the wreck, hurries to get away, sneaking out of the house on her first night home from the hospital and going into the cold snowy winter air, she runs straight into the man meant to kill her.
Appearance: She used to have really pretty long curly hair but the man her step mother hired cut it off to use as proof that he 'killed her'.
Other: When her brother left, he also took their pet cat Jinx with him.
Nickname: When she was around her older brother, he always tended to call her Snow Ball
Age: 17
Hobby: She loves music. Mainly she sings though.
Bio: She had a great childhood with her mother, father, and older brother. She and her older brother were always very close and he was best friend. When she turned 8 years old, her mother died of cancer and two years later her father married their step mother, Melissa. Melissa, though she seemed to dislike children, especially Snow White and her brother, had seemed okay and she made their father happy, so they didn't see anything wrong. It wasn't until their father died when Snow was 12 and their step mother learned that their father had left everything to his two kids(though they couldn't get the belongings like money and other left behinds until they turned 18), that she turned on them. She made their lives miserable. So much so that when Snow was 14 her older brother ran away from home, promising that he would find them a place to stay and come back for her. But he never did. Snow never knew what happened to her brother and fears the worst. Three years have passed, and as Snow reaches the age to claim her father's fortune, her step mother strives to get rid of her. She comes to find that a car wreck she was recently in was planned to try and kill Snow, but when that didn't work, her step mother hires a man to kill her. Snow, overhearing this while in the hospital recovering from the wreck, hurries to get away, sneaking out of the house on her first night home from the hospital and going into the cold snowy winter air, she runs straight into the man meant to kill her.
Appearance: She used to have really pretty long curly hair but the man her step mother hired cut it off to use as proof that he 'killed her'.
Other: When her brother left, he also took their pet cat Jinx with him.
Haha XD cuz I love frozen. And I'm a Disney freak.
Mirabella listened to the instructions given to her carefully, making sure she had all in mind. She was quite surprised that he proposed they be wed in the morn of the next day she had to say. She would have thought he would have chosen to wait at least a few more days before proceeding with the wedding. But then again, she supposed this was all the better for her sake. It gave him less time to change his mind and turn her in. When he looked at her darkly and spoke sternly to her, she shuddered lightly, saying a small 'yes sir' in agreement to his request. She didn't understand why she was forbidden from calling him those names, but if he felt so strongly of it, she would keep it in mind.
She watched with her bright blue eyes as he bent down to pick up her cloak and hand it to her before giving her orders to go back home and come to him in the morning. She nodded slowly, taking the cloak and wrapping it around herself, she moved silently and quickly through the woods, back to the judge's son's home, where she was stay for her last night as a unwed young woman.
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The next morn was a flurry of emotions. She was so fearful to tell the judge's son she no longer wished to marry him. She was scared of what he might do to her. And she was rightfully so, for when she told him she wished to break their engagement, he struck her. A few times in fact, including one good time across her face, leaving a bright red mark that was slowly fading but left smaller purple mark across her pale cheek. It was light and barely noticeable, but was a bruise none the less. Her arms were also riddled with bruises from which he had grabbed her and jerked her about. If she had not managed to escape his grasp and rush out of the door, he most likely would have done worse to her. She did as Ebeneezer said then, going to the preacher's house with nothing but what she wore, a white dress with a blue cloak wrapped about her.
She took a shaky breath and knocked on the door of the home, glancing about nervously for the time being, wishing for Ebeneezer to hurry and allow her into the house before someone spotted her there an decided to ask questions, as she was a terrible liar and would not do a good job at telling the lie he had told her to give to anyone whom dared ask.
She watched with her bright blue eyes as he bent down to pick up her cloak and hand it to her before giving her orders to go back home and come to him in the morning. She nodded slowly, taking the cloak and wrapping it around herself, she moved silently and quickly through the woods, back to the judge's son's home, where she was stay for her last night as a unwed young woman.
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The next morn was a flurry of emotions. She was so fearful to tell the judge's son she no longer wished to marry him. She was scared of what he might do to her. And she was rightfully so, for when she told him she wished to break their engagement, he struck her. A few times in fact, including one good time across her face, leaving a bright red mark that was slowly fading but left smaller purple mark across her pale cheek. It was light and barely noticeable, but was a bruise none the less. Her arms were also riddled with bruises from which he had grabbed her and jerked her about. If she had not managed to escape his grasp and rush out of the door, he most likely would have done worse to her. She did as Ebeneezer said then, going to the preacher's house with nothing but what she wore, a white dress with a blue cloak wrapped about her.
She took a shaky breath and knocked on the door of the home, glancing about nervously for the time being, wishing for Ebeneezer to hurry and allow her into the house before someone spotted her there an decided to ask questions, as she was a terrible liar and would not do a good job at telling the lie he had told her to give to anyone whom dared ask.
:) Thats why I picked her to pose as Mirabella. She has that pretty old timey look and those eyes add depth to her and innocence to her appearance. Though it doesn't seem like her eyes is all Ebeneezer is interested in haha XD
When he refused her offer of the locket, Mirabella frowned more, carefully clasping the trinket back around her slender neck before looking back to the preacher, an unsure and slightly confused look upon her face. If he didn't want money, then what did he want out of a bargain. It was only when he continued to speak, mentioning her engagement to the Judge's son, that she began to see the lines connect. This young man didn't want money no. He wanted something that she was horrified to give up. He wanted she herself. She watched him with fear in her wide eyes and she trembled as he stood and made his way over to her, even flinching slightly when he reached his hand so close to her face. She looked up at him, a upset look gracing her beautiful face, "M...myself? For your silence?"
He was so close to her that it was difficult for her to think. Her breath caught in her throat and her chest ached. Her trembling hands that had held onto the tree next to her clutched there tightly as she tried to think of another option. Another solution. But, there were none. This was her only choice. Marry him, or be accused of witchcraft and killed. She looked back at him tensely, feeling so cornered and without escape of her fate to come. The fate of becoming wife to, as she now saw him, a manipulative man who took a situation and twisted it to benefit himself. And yet, wasn't that every man in this town. Her sad blue eyes on him, she sighed, giving in and nodding, "I....I agree. "
She wasn't all too sure how they would go about this. If she would tell the Judge's son herself that she was leaving him, or if the young preacher would go with her. Surely if she went alone to tell him she would face another storm of beatings and threats. But at the same time, she didn't expect him to come along. But it was his choice. Wrapping her arms around herself, feeling his eyes more than once glance over her body, she attempted to turn slightly as to hide from his sight, but it was working very poorly, especially with him being so close now, "One what day would you have me in the court house?"
In other words, she wished to know when they would go tot he court house to have the marriage recorded. She already for it strange enough a preacher would act in this manner, so she thus had no idea how and when he wanted to go about doing this. Her eyes stayed on him, waiting to hear his plans of how this would take place.
He was so close to her that it was difficult for her to think. Her breath caught in her throat and her chest ached. Her trembling hands that had held onto the tree next to her clutched there tightly as she tried to think of another option. Another solution. But, there were none. This was her only choice. Marry him, or be accused of witchcraft and killed. She looked back at him tensely, feeling so cornered and without escape of her fate to come. The fate of becoming wife to, as she now saw him, a manipulative man who took a situation and twisted it to benefit himself. And yet, wasn't that every man in this town. Her sad blue eyes on him, she sighed, giving in and nodding, "I....I agree. "
She wasn't all too sure how they would go about this. If she would tell the Judge's son herself that she was leaving him, or if the young preacher would go with her. Surely if she went alone to tell him she would face another storm of beatings and threats. But at the same time, she didn't expect him to come along. But it was his choice. Wrapping her arms around herself, feeling his eyes more than once glance over her body, she attempted to turn slightly as to hide from his sight, but it was working very poorly, especially with him being so close now, "One what day would you have me in the court house?"
In other words, she wished to know when they would go tot he court house to have the marriage recorded. She already for it strange enough a preacher would act in this manner, so she thus had no idea how and when he wanted to go about doing this. Her eyes stayed on him, waiting to hear his plans of how this would take place.
It was the next morning when Snow finally woke up, yawning and as she opened her eyes, sitting up, it took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened the night before. Her brother had found her. He had brought her here. They were finally together again after so long. A bright smile came to her rose red lips as she pulled the blankets from off of her, looking about. If she was right, it seemed like all the boys were asleep, leaving her being the only one awake for the moment. She moved over to the window and looking outside, saw the snow storm had ceased, leaving the ground and trees covered in a beautiful fresh blanket of snow. This made her smile even more, thinking maybe she could convince her brother to go out and play in it with her. Maybe build a snow man or have a snow ball fight.
But, for now, she would let him and the others sleep. Looking around, it was easy for her to tell this was a house that only boys lived in. It was rather....untidy, even despite the fact she could see some recent attempt to straighten up a little. She smiled softly, shaking her head before she began to pick some things up and dust some things off. If she was going to be staying here with her brother and his friends, she might as well help them out a little bit in that way.
She hummed softly to herself, taking the broom in her hand, only to blink in surprise when some one took the broom from her hands. She looked up to see a blonde male looking down at her with a grin. This was one of the six boys, named Sam. He chuckled, "Let me take care of that. You really should be laying down in bed. If your brother catches you up instead of recovering he'll get worked up."
Snow smiled and gently took the broom back, "I'm fine. I feel much better now. Besides, Hans always worries about me, whether there's a reason for him to or not. He's kind of protective over me like that." She finished sweeping up the floors and threw the dirt away before looking about, "Where's the mop at?"
Sam pulled the mop from behind one of the closet doors and he himself grabbed a rag, "Well, at least let me help with the clean up."
"You don't have to. I can take care of it."
Sam gave her a charming smile, "If it give me a reason to be near such a beautiful girl I'll do it happily."
Yeah, he was a play boy. He knew it, and this being Han's sister didn't stop him from trying to woe her, though it didn't have much affect on Snow like it did other girls. She was too naive to think much of the comment. She only smiled, starting to mop the floors, "Alright. Well, I suppose you could help. Do you mind dusting off the shelves?"
In seeing his charming comment had gone straight over the girl's head, he sighed inwardly, "Yeah, I can do that." Then went to work dusting half halfheartedly.
But, for now, she would let him and the others sleep. Looking around, it was easy for her to tell this was a house that only boys lived in. It was rather....untidy, even despite the fact she could see some recent attempt to straighten up a little. She smiled softly, shaking her head before she began to pick some things up and dust some things off. If she was going to be staying here with her brother and his friends, she might as well help them out a little bit in that way.
She hummed softly to herself, taking the broom in her hand, only to blink in surprise when some one took the broom from her hands. She looked up to see a blonde male looking down at her with a grin. This was one of the six boys, named Sam. He chuckled, "Let me take care of that. You really should be laying down in bed. If your brother catches you up instead of recovering he'll get worked up."
Snow smiled and gently took the broom back, "I'm fine. I feel much better now. Besides, Hans always worries about me, whether there's a reason for him to or not. He's kind of protective over me like that." She finished sweeping up the floors and threw the dirt away before looking about, "Where's the mop at?"
Sam pulled the mop from behind one of the closet doors and he himself grabbed a rag, "Well, at least let me help with the clean up."
"You don't have to. I can take care of it."
Sam gave her a charming smile, "If it give me a reason to be near such a beautiful girl I'll do it happily."
Yeah, he was a play boy. He knew it, and this being Han's sister didn't stop him from trying to woe her, though it didn't have much affect on Snow like it did other girls. She was too naive to think much of the comment. She only smiled, starting to mop the floors, "Alright. Well, I suppose you could help. Do you mind dusting off the shelves?"
In seeing his charming comment had gone straight over the girl's head, he sighed inwardly, "Yeah, I can do that." Then went to work dusting half halfheartedly.
Another picture of her.
More fear swelled in Mira as the man before her spoke, talking of all the things he could accuse her of. Luring a preacher out of his home and into the forests. Dancing before him in only her nightdress. It wasn't like she had done so purposefully. He must have seen her when she was leaving the judge's son's home and followed her here. Had she known he had been there watching her, she wouldn't have done any of those things. She knew he was right though. The congregation would have her neck if they discovered this little mishap. And with her father gone now, there would be no one there to speak good word of her. After all, she was just the strange un-social social girl who spent all her time reading and shut up in the home of the judge's son. No one would have any trouble calling her a witch and having her killed. No one would miss her if they did either. She hung her head, looking down at the ground as he continued to speak.
He considered what to do with her, saying he didn't believe her to be a witch, yet knowing what she had done here was wrong. He and she both indeed knew she wouldn't last a day out in the wilderness surrounding the settlement and if the natives found her they would likely bash her skull in or sell her off as a slave to another tribe. No options were emerging from the young preacher's pondering and Mira was starting to get nervous that the only option would indeed be to hand her over to the judge and let him deal with her, giving her the punishment proper for what she had done, or what they thought she had done, wrong here.
Mira looked up when he asked curiously why she seemed to be more afraid of the Judge's son than the Judge himself, saying he would have thought she would fear the judge more, for he would seem to be more of a danger to her. She had been so sure everyone in town had to know what was going on with she and the judge's son. Almost everyone had seen the bruises that littered her pale skin and talked about what was happening. But than again, this young preacher had just returned to the settlement after his long education over seas. He had most likely yet to hear the whispers of the abuse she was going through. Or if he had, he was acting as if he hadn't. And in the pale light given by the moon, the marks must have been difficult to see. She averted her gaze, rubbing her bare arms to keep from the night chill, not daring to retrieve her cloak to slip on, for she had discarded it on the ground, next to the rock the preacher rested on, "The son can be just as, if not more dangerous, then his father....he is quick to punish harshly for imperfections."
When he proposed a bargain, she looked back at him, a deep frown on her face. She didn't have much. Her father had been a poor book keeper and every cent he once had was gone by now. And she was sure that the preachers son would rather see her hang than pay the preacher for his silence. She thought worriedly for a moment, but an idea came to mind and reaching up, she unclasped the thin silver chain from around her neck, pulling it off and showing him the locket, "This is all I have. Any money I did have went to my father's burial a little over a month ago. My father gave it me the day I was born so I was hesitant to sell it. But it is good silver. It should get you some money." She knew it wasn't much, but it was all she had that was of value. Even if she didn't want to part from it, if it was the only way to keep him silent she would give it up.
He considered what to do with her, saying he didn't believe her to be a witch, yet knowing what she had done here was wrong. He and she both indeed knew she wouldn't last a day out in the wilderness surrounding the settlement and if the natives found her they would likely bash her skull in or sell her off as a slave to another tribe. No options were emerging from the young preacher's pondering and Mira was starting to get nervous that the only option would indeed be to hand her over to the judge and let him deal with her, giving her the punishment proper for what she had done, or what they thought she had done, wrong here.
Mira looked up when he asked curiously why she seemed to be more afraid of the Judge's son than the Judge himself, saying he would have thought she would fear the judge more, for he would seem to be more of a danger to her. She had been so sure everyone in town had to know what was going on with she and the judge's son. Almost everyone had seen the bruises that littered her pale skin and talked about what was happening. But than again, this young preacher had just returned to the settlement after his long education over seas. He had most likely yet to hear the whispers of the abuse she was going through. Or if he had, he was acting as if he hadn't. And in the pale light given by the moon, the marks must have been difficult to see. She averted her gaze, rubbing her bare arms to keep from the night chill, not daring to retrieve her cloak to slip on, for she had discarded it on the ground, next to the rock the preacher rested on, "The son can be just as, if not more dangerous, then his father....he is quick to punish harshly for imperfections."
When he proposed a bargain, she looked back at him, a deep frown on her face. She didn't have much. Her father had been a poor book keeper and every cent he once had was gone by now. And she was sure that the preachers son would rather see her hang than pay the preacher for his silence. She thought worriedly for a moment, but an idea came to mind and reaching up, she unclasped the thin silver chain from around her neck, pulling it off and showing him the locket, "This is all I have. Any money I did have went to my father's burial a little over a month ago. My father gave it me the day I was born so I was hesitant to sell it. But it is good silver. It should get you some money." She knew it wasn't much, but it was all she had that was of value. Even if she didn't want to part from it, if it was the only way to keep him silent she would give it up.
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