With a flick of her wrist
Who: Monoxide [Closed] When: Sunday Jan 11, 2009 @ 1am Where: Clearing in the undeveloped part of the island What: Headache induced anger Rating: G
It was past midnight. The moon was nowhere to be seen, hidden somewhere behind the murky clouds. Waves lolled peacefully against the cliffs and shores. The shallow breathing of a woman clad only in a simple white dress the only sound. She stood facing the wind among the tall trees surrounding the small clearing. Her forehead creased in pain and anger. Eyes closed, back straight and barefoot on the damp soil. The earthy scents and ocean breeze enveloped her senses, as her hands clenched and unclenched.
With a high pitched cry, the breeze grew in sudden velocity and amplitude. The leaves rustled and branches swayed. The woman was lifted into the air, until she was a few stories high within the eye of the relatively small tornado. Grass, soil and other assorted debris followed the motion of the air, spiraling around her. The trees bended forward, though their firm roots provided enough leverage. Smaller plants ripped out of the ground and joined in the dance.
Almost immediately, the winds died down as sudden as before. The woman lay in a fetal position on the now barren clearing among the twigs, leaves, uprooted plants and fallen branches. The trees now covered in dirt remained bended, as if paying respect to her. Her head continued to throb though the pain was reluctantly subsiding.
Marion sat up and clutched her head. Her breathing was raged and her dress now bore grass stains and dirt, her hair a mess of leaves and twigs. It was not until she was walking back to her room that she noticed the small colorful flags of the amusement park lying dejectedly on the ground.