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 a mess of me, Ella/Merida - Lowrie/Leigh
merida eileen macdunn
 Posted: Apr 4 2017, 01:32 PM
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Merida
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❝ Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it.❞



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Merida Eileen MacDunn
A place for everything, and everything in its place. What a far cry that was from actuality. In Merida's world, everything was displaced, and there was no place for her to belong Her apartment at Haven Hill was disorderly at best, and an untidy disaster at worst. She had come home in a less than cheery mood, and suddenly the clutter of her space could not be ignored. With a cardboard box, she began collecting items that were no longer going to plague her. Small odds and ins she had acquired back when she had first taken up residence at Haven Hill. The activity was achieved by raw energy, brought on from a day of being cooped up in a bookstore.

Not long after, Merida came bounding down the stairs of the building, with the intent to drop the box off at one of the charity offices. She had music in her ears, and hunger pangs in her belly, which accounted for the distraction of her mind. An undone shoelace was her undoing, just as she was reaching the last few steps, she tripped. "Ach!" Merida was agile and quick, and hurriedly flailed her arms, grabbing the staircase railing, and in so doing, sent the cardboard box flying down the remaining steps. The box's contents spilled and scattered, littering the floor with household items, books, figurines, clothing, and a bottle cap collection she had only entertained for a few months before growing bored with it. It was a perfectly lovely mess.

Pulling the earbuds from her ears, and stuffing them into her jean pocket, Merida gave a heated sigh. Her heart had jumped at her near fall, and was still pounding as she sluggishly stomped down the remaining steps. Overlooking the mess before her, Merida groaned. "Couldn't have created a bigger guddle, if I'd been trying!" It felt unfair. The entire day had been one big heap of unfairness, now topped with a douse of more.

Dropping carelessly to her knees, she upturned the cardboard box. Most of the discarded items had not been of a breakable nature, just a couple of terracotta flower pots, and a teacup that had already been chipped. The pots and cup had done their dirty work all the same, splinters lay among the other items, showering terracotta remains in all directions. Disgustedly, Merida began to try and collect the less damaged things, shaking them free of debris. She was so mad, she felt like bursting into tears. No, she was not going to cry. Not over something as stupid as this. The determination to keep tears away, only made her expression fierce. She was tried, hungry and restless, three ingredients making up a dangerous mixture.

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 Posted: Apr 11 2017, 09:29 AM
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Once you get up at the break of dawn, it was very hard to break that cycle. It was not a bad thing, you get to see the sunrise and the colours at that time in the morning was lovely. In San Francisco you more often than not wake to fog that gave the sun no chance to break through. It soon clears though, and you are left with a lovely day once the sun burns through. Ella did miss seeing the sunrise, she even missed the loud toll of the clock in the village that woke her. Telling her another day has dawned, another dream was over.

She did keep some things the same after crossing, the things that she could, like her morning routine of rising and getting ready for the day. Though she missed the help of her bird and mice friends. She did so hope they were ok! She had the few that came across with her, and she was glad to have some friends for she knew many crossed alone into this world. So she made a point of having breakfast with them if she could, check in on how they were coping becoming human, after being mice to horses; dog to footman; horse to coachman. Such funny magic of the portal, that she sometimes wondered if it was an invention of her Fairy Godmother, she being the only one of magic she knew. Of course it was likely to be a collaborative work of many beings with magic, which just fascinated young Ella whom always did believe in it, a gift from her mother.

Ella often found herself pondering such thoughts lately. She wanted to find her friends, make sure they were ok, even her stepmother and stepsisters - just to make sure they were safe. Though they did treat her so poorly, they were the only family she had left. Was her home still safe, or had the Darkness she heard so much about had taken it from under her. What of the man she danced the night away with, talked and laughed with? She hoped she could find him also, for being the romantic she was, she believed him to be her one true love...

She was on her way up to her room when she was distracted from these thoughts by the sound of broken crockery. Looking ahead of her she first saw the box and it's contents, that was the source of the noise, then came the young woman. Hair as red as fire and a mess of curls, Ella recognised her from one of the gatherings. Miranda... Merida! That was her name. "Need a hand Merida?" Ella asked, opening a cupboard next to the stairs that she knew held a broom and dustpan.

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merida eileen macdunn
 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 04:08 PM
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Merida
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❝ Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it.❞



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Merida Eileen MacDunn
"I could use four of them!" Merida's exclamation was rife with exasperation. Seeing where the offer of help had come from, Merida's expression softened. It was Isabella (or Ella, as she was often called about Haven Hill). The fair haired lass could often be spotted cleaning and tidying. She seemed forever busy, and although she did not know her well, Merida had never heard her utter a cross word. That took a type of self control that was not only amiable, but near inconceivable to Merida's mind.

The mess of scattered items, and broken remains of what had consisted of Merida's earliest days at Haven Hill served as a reminder of sorts. Disheveled, discarded, broken, and unwanted, these items had once seemed necessary, once seemed useful, once they had held a place in Merida's existence. Now, they were nothing of importance. Just bits and pieces, things she had learned to live without, things she didn't want or things she no longer valued enough to allow them to clutter her space. The reminder was depressing, because it was how things had been for nearly two years. Merida wasn't the Princess of DunBroch anymore, her family was gone, her world left in ruins, everything that had once held stability had become irrelevant. It was as if she had been discarded herself.

Part of her, the part that was rebellious, wanted to fight back, reclaim what she had lost, and set to rights the wrongs done. Another part, the part that resembled a scared little girl, longed to be nestled in warm caring arms, shielded until the storm passed. These two parts coexisted within Merida, they waged a war, battling their way into her thoughts, neither gaining the upper-hand. It left her anxious, wary and lost. She went on day by day, not even knowing why she was pushing onward. Restless to do something, uncertain what that something was. There seemed a lack of destination in her path, a lack of purpose in her actions. Even cleaning out her apartment ended in havoc. What was she meant to do? Everything she did, turned out badly.

She sighed and shook her head. "It's my doing, I can manage, don't want to impose." Something in the slump of her shoulders suggested she did indeed want help, and even, that she needed help. Merida paused, and moved to a more upright position, half sitting, half kneeling. "Don't you ever get tried of it? Cleaning up the after folk? It's thankless work." Merida' mouth slanted glumly, picking up a figurine of a little red fox. She had thoughtlessly tossed it into the box, and now wondered why the figurine had become a casualty of her hasty clean-up.

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