The scars that cross your skin

[[So...yeah it's long, but it's two parts. BUT I'D LOVE FOR SOMEONE TO COME JOIN ME IN THIS. I may end up taking this romance route or not, depending on what you want to do...character death, or depression, maybe?
Oh, and she does have a human name, BEFORE, so if you find it and bring it up with her...something interesting may happen.]]


[[Past scene:]]The woman collapsed at the foot of the stairs. She looked down over the edge at the ground below her. Five hundred feet, she estimated. If she really wanted, she could've jumped down, but they still would've gotten her.
And that, she couldn't allow, not even in death.
She had left the village for the mountains, after they saw her, and after a stranger that she somehow knew told her to run. She ran into the forest, into a building, carved into the mountain, and ascending high up to the top. There weren't any rails, and the stairs leading out of the first station shielded by wall were only wide enough for one person to walk. On top of that, she was exhausted. She couldn't keep running, but everyone knew her name, and her face.
She'd been chosen, and there was no escape from that.
The young woman closed her eyes, not trying to stop her tears, or her weariness. The bruises and cuts on her skin stung, but the gentle breeze ran over her, and gave her a momentary relief.
She gave one last glance at the ground below her; all the trees, birds and green that made up the land. She closed her eyes, letting the darkness come over her, and felt her head fall and body drop into a most welcomed sweet, relieving emptiness.


[Present:] Funny how Fate sometimes tells you not to do things.
She made her way quickly through the marketplace, as her mind started to ramble things she had long hoped to put aside, or better yet, forget. Years passed, and it still haunted her. But the name and woman was long dead to her, she thought, tossing her hair over her shoulder. A new life, a new haircut. A new name.
She smiled at the civilians as they passed her. This was one of the things she held onto; her humanness. It made her feel...like her again. Maybe they knew, and maybe they didn't, but they still treated her as a person, one of them.
...Still...the tiny feeling never left the back of her mind. They were probably long dead, but why did they still haunt her? She forced herself to think about what type of food she was going to cook that night instead. But she couldn't put her thoughts off forever.

(( So if I were to join this, do I have to do a past and present too? ))

[[not at all ^^ it's if you're thinking about it, or something happened to you that for some reason, during the rp, makes you remember it. I'm just writing her past thingy, and then skipping ahead to present day...just for the sake of being dramatic and giving a little something to think about.]]

(( Thanks for the info then. I'll join you in this role-play then. :3 ))

A middle aged teen with hair of fire walked among the people of the market, making careful steps as not to trip on anything or anyone for that matter. 
Her mind full of the trauma she had been through during wars still scarred her like an endless dream. Those who had lived through it, she had no memory of, but only the memories of her ex-brother and new big brother. 
A bag of meat is what she has with her. Only if she could find one to sell the rabbit's flesh to. But alas, this was her only food in which she had to get some money to get herself a new hair clip to maybe do her hair one day.

[[ Hell yeah, that's a good paragraph.]]

She stopped and looked around. Meat was probably a good idea for a main dish. Her eyes stopped on a girl, looking not much older than she, carrying a bag of meat. The girl had hair of the vibrant sort, a rarity in this part. So she might not be local, Beijing thought. In any case, she approached the young lady.
  "Good day, miss," the corners of her lips twitched up slightly--that was how she gave small smiles. And they were so bruised that--it was rude to assume the girl was selling anything. "Are you doing a little window-shopping of your own, as well?" that was rhetorical, sort of, but she just might be. "I can't find any meat, could you tell me where you got yours?"

(( Thanks ^^ ))
Not being accustomed to speaking to strangers, she just stood there and looked at the woman in which had approached her. 
 " Actually, I'm looking to sell this meat for some money so I can get a new clip. I had gone out hunting earlier and wanted to sell.. It's rabbit, " The girl said in a soft, monotone voice. 
She looks like she obviously had problems showing any emotion as all since the look on her face was blank and her bright green eyes were unreadable as if wearing a mask to cover up her fears and troubles. She didn't have much money since she did all of her work herself and was paid with the meat and small pieces of bread she had made. 
No one bothers to even speak to her at all either, knowing she is one that is quite tough, and could be violent when approached with a threat. 
Looking the woman's face, she cautiously asks, " Why? Would you want to buy from me by any chance. It's not much, but it's my morning's catch and all I have to get some money.. " She was careful to say the last part as quietly as possible, as if insecure about telling the other about it. 

(( Yeah we can pass it. ))
" Sure. I don't mind ma'am." She says.
She truly didn't mind it. As long as she got something out of the sale. 
" I can sell more things for some money so money isn't one of my worries. " She states clearly.
She just wanted to make her point that money wasn't on her mind at all and that she could sell more things to get it.

[[It's something from Dunkin Donuts. I don't know it well enough to explain, but I guess something like a smoothie...sorta.]]

The girl was polite, and luckily, okay with the idea of lunch. She just hoped she wasn't bad with Chinese food...not like that was the only thing she could make with a rabbit. "Alright then. We should probably go then. My house is this way," she pointed towards the forest. "Do you want to carry the meat?" she asked, looking back at the girl. She couldn't tell how much the meat weighed, not by looks, but since it was a single rabbit, it shouldn't be too heavy...unless it was a fat rabbit.

[[Omg, what if this turned into two girls with a passion for cooking to bring them through their pasts? XD]]
She closed the door behind her and set the basket down on a table. "Sure, that'd be a good idea." She went to go get some paper and a pen and handed it to the girl. It'd be nice to exchange recipes, she thought, even if it really wasn't exchanging. Especially for rice--her family would probably love the rice somehow. She walked into the kitchen and started putting the groceries away.

( X3 Here is where I got the recipe- http://mexican.food.com/recipe/mexican-rice-117892 )

The girl took the piece of paper and the pen and neatly wrote down the recipe.
-12 ounces tomatoes (cored and ripe) -1 medium white onion -3 medium jalapenos -2 cups white rice -1/3cup canola oil -4 minced garlic cloves -2cups chicken broth -1 tablespoon tomato paste -1 1/2 teaspoons salt -1/2 cup fresh cilantro ( minced) -1 lime.

( I could have asked my dad for the recipe, but he's asleep right now. It's really good too :3 )

[[Oops, it's gotta be longer than that, Ari. Luckily, Thai gets mad only after a certain number...and I'm not sure he'll see this one but...]]
"Great," she smiled. "Do you need any money or anything...?" her voice became more spaced out and quieter as she half thought about the recipe. "I think the market sellers are okay with trading, if that helps."

(( oops. Sorry. I was in a hurry and I hadn't had much time. This post will surely be longer :3 ))

" Yeah.. I do need money to do so. Trading would be fine with me, however it truly depends on what the trade is.. I'll find something. Don't worry " Ariz says with a small nod she internally smiled and one thing simply popped into her mind, " another hunt could bring me enough things to trade. " Ariz nods at her thoughts and says, " I should go to get my trade object right away. I will come back once I have gotten the jalapenos. "