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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 5:39 pm
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Hiding.
Background Information..
From around February 1692 - May 1693, Salem, Massachusetts was in a dark time. New England was a Purist community where the rulers of the towns were initially Reverends and Ministers. It was believed that everything that happens or that will happen, is meant to be and it's a sin, punishable by persecution or even execution, to 'defy God'. Their definition of 'defying God' was much different than that of today's definition. Expressing emotions, was seen as 'defying God'. Smiling, laughing, playing, dancing, reading, all of those activities were very much frowned upon and are, once again, punishable. The dress was dark and somber, children were not allowed to read or have any outlets for their ever-growing imagination. The only books they were permitted to read were books of Biblical characters, or books with stories that warned of the punishments you could receive if you commit a sin. Everyone was expected to go to Church and those who didn't, were prosecuted. Everyone was expected to be a perfect, respectful, quiet, Christian, not even allowed to walk with your head high.
Now the story.. There are stories of the Salem Witch Trials, but none of which that tell the story of a little girl by the name of Chasity Blackette. The Blackette family was just as respectable as the next. They always went to church, did their daily duties, kept their eyes low and read the Bible. When stories of the Salem Witch Trials reached Ipswich, Massachusetts, the hysteria spread with it. The neighbors of the Blackette family had a daughter around the same age as Chasity, and they were close friends. While the Purist society might live on the happy hopes that everyone abides by the constricting laws, the children, usually the girls, sneaked about doing forbidden activities. Chasity and her friend Rebecca danced together when no one was around to scold them, they made up and sang songs and told each other stories. They shared secrets. Their absolute favorite activity was to make up stories for each other and write them down, and as a gift, give it to one another as a "book". Ordinary girls today, absolute criminals back then. Rebecca got caught up in the hysteria when her carefully purist parents contacted the Reverend to check Rebecca out. They told him of how they had caught her writing a story.. a very taboo thing for a good christian girl to do. The Reverend accused her of being a witch and was prepared to have her questioned about it. In a panic and fear of losing her life, she shouted the first name that came to mind, Chasity Blackette. Rebecca accused Chasity of bewitching Rebecca. As quick as it was said, was as quick actions were taken to persecute Chasity Blackette. The authorities came barreling into the Blackette home one night, demanding to know the location of Chasity. Her mother cried and her father pointed upstairs, where Chasity slept. Being the young age of 16, waking up to yelling and loud footsteps coming towards her bedroom, she quickly reacted to save herself. She jumped out of bed and scurried to her window. Luckily, her house wasn't too high, but high enough for her to seriously injure herself with jumping out. It was really either a broken ankle or death. Chasity chose a broken ankle. She closed her eyes and slid out the window. She landed on her feet, as she planned, nearly breaking her left ankle. She was all too lucky. Chasity quickly limped away, ignoring the pain and ran off into the woods. She ran until she couldn't anymore and collapsed somewhere deep in the woods. There she curled up beside a tall maple tree and waited out the night, wounded from the betrayal.
By daybreak, she hadn't slept a wink, full of paranoia and pain, both mental and physical. However she woke up to someone standing over her, a boy. She panicked and thought of running away but, what's the point. Chasity kept her place and stared up at him, her chest heaving from exhaustion and terror of what might happen next.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 6:30 pm
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Chasity Blackette(Blonde):Name: Chasity Rose Surname: BlacketteAge: 16Religion: Christianity, even though her religious views have become blurry and leaning more towards Agnosticism. Personality: Generally sweet, quiet at first. She has a bitter tongue, however. Chasity has anxiety when problematic situations arise and will almost never stand up for herself, but when it comes to those she cares about she will do whatever it takes to ensure their safety and comfort. She's very clumsy and accident-prone.Chasity has a helpful attitude and tries to help out.. unsuccessfully sometimes. Chasity was born into a broken household, and despite the Purist ways she should live by, she has a desire for affection. Her family never showed her any, as it was forbidden and though she's never known it, she's a very affectionate girl. She was never the 'rebellious type" until she turned 15 and couldn't stand the oppression any longer, still at 16 not quite the girl with a rebellious mindset, even if she's on the run with a heavy weight of broken laws sitting on her shoulders. Due to the way her best friend selfishly betrayed her, she has slight trust issues, but all she wants now is to find someone who will never betray her like Becca did.Her Story: You'll find out~
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 10:59 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 11:39 am
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{{ and nao the first post cat_whee }}
Chasity stared up at the figure in front of her. She studied him anxiously, her chest heaving with panic. He seemed like an average teenage boy, but how many average teenage boys are just randomly in the woods, looking down upon her while she is, ironically, on the run from "average people"? Her attention briefly turned to her ankle, which was paining her greatly. She gulped hard to try to avert her thoughts. The boy standing over her had soft eyes, giving her a sense of comfort, but she remained tense, unsure who to trust after the previous events that sent her running for the trees in the first place. She blinked at him and softly spoke, "Should there be a reason to distrust or fear you?" She thought it blatant, but necessary. Then the thought crossed her mind that if there was a reason to distrust him, if he was not trustworthy, what would possess him to tell her the truth about whether or not there was a reason to distrust him or not? Full of conflicting thoughts, she looked away from him, still panting anxiously. Chasity tried to find the right words to say to this stranger. This stranger could be anybody. He could be someone willing to help.. he could be someone who is after her.. or maybe he's someone with the same problem as her. How much worse could the situation truly become? All she could really do now is keep her place under the tree, and await the stranger's next move, or words.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 1:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 12:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:25 pm
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Chasity looked up at him with uncertainty, but she figured that her situation could not become much worse, so she smirked slightly at his logical remark and took his hand, "Perhaps. Unless there should be one brave man dumb enough to go on this pursuit. You would be shocked if you knew just how many cowards reside in their houses down in Ipswich compared to the number of fools who live to hang witches." She pulled herself up with him hand and stood awkwardly in front of the boy, keeping her left foot off the ground, just barely putting pressure on her toes. Enough pressure to stand, but little enough so the pain does not become intolerable for her. She was actually much shorter than him, the top of her head just about reaching the bottom of his chin. Her cheeks flushed a light pink as she realized that her hand was still in his and pulled it away politely, not realizing she just let go of her support. A klutz on one leg always falls into an embarrassing situation. {{ OOC: i'm sorry i saw the opportunity for a pun and i took it xD }} Almost as soon as she released his hand, she lost her balance. She fell forward and caught herself on his chest, leaving her red and embarrassed. The embarrassed blonde quickly pushed herself away, "Please forgive me.." when she pushed herself away, she accidentally stood on both feet, putting pressure on her ankle, She yelped and then jerked her foot back up off the ground and then fell backwards slightly to lean up against the tree. Her face was pure red in embarrassment and she looked at him through the tangled mess of blonde hair that fell in front of her eyes, "I hope you will forgive after that, uhm, well, shaming performance.." She lifted her face and gently moved her untamed bangs away from her eyes and flashed a quick smile, "Forgive me, I haven't even given you my name.." Chasity attempted to stand upright, but failed in an attempt to keep her ankle off the ground, she kept her back pressed against the maple tree for support, "Chasity Rose Blackette is my name, which is now a curse back home. " Her smile faded and the looked down at the ground.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 8:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 8:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 7:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 1:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 1:51 pm
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