Post by mina on Aug 9, 2009 14:08:16 GMT -5
Taking a long walk was one of Mina's favourite things to do in the world, especially when said walk took place in some of the beautiful English woods which she had happened across during her first few months of living in London. Perhaps it was just her imagination, the knowledge that at three years old she had lived happily in this very city with her father, but already she felt as though England was a place she belonged. Of course, it was not all serenity - in the daytime, London could be almost as the big apple itself, though Mina hardly noticed - after having lived for fourteen years, in the bustling, alive place that New York was, anywhere else was silent is comparision.
The forest surrounding her presently was certainly soundless, beautifully so, save the odd snap of a twig or call of a bird. Great trees stood dutifully in every direction Mina turned, and occasionally she would stop to stand beneath them, craning her neck to peer up through their branches. She would attempt to see if the blue sky was visible through their dense coverage, and during the early stages of her walk, she would see a great stretch of blue. As the walked went on, however, and she became more deeply submerged into the very heart of the forest, the light from overhead began to slowly disappear.
Of course, Mina did not notice this. She was far too caught up in her own thoughts. This was always the way with her - never did a day go by when she didn't day dream, and usually it would reach the point where she would miss what someone said to her, and appear rude. As she took steps through the forest, with apparently no particular direction in mind, her eyes were focused upon the forest floor. She was thinking of various things. The majority of them were mundane, typical topics, such as how she despised her job, and worrisome thoughts on how much her bills would cost at the end of the month, though one particular notion was not quite so average - she thought of her father.
Always, she was wondering about him. In all honesty, she had never felt any true grief when she thought of his death - after all, she had been but three when he had passed away - but the circumstances of his apparent murder had always mystified her. Never had her mother truly spoke of it, or described how it had come about. Mina had grown curious, as she had done many a time before, and set about doing a little research into the topic. This had involved paying the local police station in England a visit, as well as searching through endless records, and surfing the internet for hours on end - and, after her little investigation, Mina could still find no official statement of his death - which irritated her. If there was one thing she hated more than anything else, it was not knowing something.
Mina sighed, lifting her eyes from her feet and staring around at the forest as she walked on. It dawned on her, rather suddenly, that the bright light which had penetrated the trees earlier on was slowly draining away. Shadows were being cast against the trees, causing Mina to become very much aware of how alone she currently was, no doubt a good hours walk away from the forest enterance. Turning sharply around, with the intention of calling it a day and going back home, Mina felt her stomach roll as she tripped on her own two feet, and the ground came flying at her.
"For god's sake," Mina muttered as she stood up, brushing down her jeans. The knees were now stained dark with mud, and there was a stinging sensation around her lower right arm - no doubt she had cut it a little when she fell. That was no big deal to Mina - being one who loved the outdoors, she was always causing herself minor injuries. Even as a kid, she would come home covered in scratches, due to having been climbing trees all day. After rubbing at the tiny cut on her right arm, Mina began to hurriedly walk on, her speed increasing now. After all, the darkness could only grow, and quite honestly she was not anticipating being alone in the woods when night fell.
The forest surrounding her presently was certainly soundless, beautifully so, save the odd snap of a twig or call of a bird. Great trees stood dutifully in every direction Mina turned, and occasionally she would stop to stand beneath them, craning her neck to peer up through their branches. She would attempt to see if the blue sky was visible through their dense coverage, and during the early stages of her walk, she would see a great stretch of blue. As the walked went on, however, and she became more deeply submerged into the very heart of the forest, the light from overhead began to slowly disappear.
Of course, Mina did not notice this. She was far too caught up in her own thoughts. This was always the way with her - never did a day go by when she didn't day dream, and usually it would reach the point where she would miss what someone said to her, and appear rude. As she took steps through the forest, with apparently no particular direction in mind, her eyes were focused upon the forest floor. She was thinking of various things. The majority of them were mundane, typical topics, such as how she despised her job, and worrisome thoughts on how much her bills would cost at the end of the month, though one particular notion was not quite so average - she thought of her father.
Always, she was wondering about him. In all honesty, she had never felt any true grief when she thought of his death - after all, she had been but three when he had passed away - but the circumstances of his apparent murder had always mystified her. Never had her mother truly spoke of it, or described how it had come about. Mina had grown curious, as she had done many a time before, and set about doing a little research into the topic. This had involved paying the local police station in England a visit, as well as searching through endless records, and surfing the internet for hours on end - and, after her little investigation, Mina could still find no official statement of his death - which irritated her. If there was one thing she hated more than anything else, it was not knowing something.
Mina sighed, lifting her eyes from her feet and staring around at the forest as she walked on. It dawned on her, rather suddenly, that the bright light which had penetrated the trees earlier on was slowly draining away. Shadows were being cast against the trees, causing Mina to become very much aware of how alone she currently was, no doubt a good hours walk away from the forest enterance. Turning sharply around, with the intention of calling it a day and going back home, Mina felt her stomach roll as she tripped on her own two feet, and the ground came flying at her.
"For god's sake," Mina muttered as she stood up, brushing down her jeans. The knees were now stained dark with mud, and there was a stinging sensation around her lower right arm - no doubt she had cut it a little when she fell. That was no big deal to Mina - being one who loved the outdoors, she was always causing herself minor injuries. Even as a kid, she would come home covered in scratches, due to having been climbing trees all day. After rubbing at the tiny cut on her right arm, Mina began to hurriedly walk on, her speed increasing now. After all, the darkness could only grow, and quite honestly she was not anticipating being alone in the woods when night fell.