Making the best of your time.

[krispey]

Maya's digits were wrapped loosely around the chains of the swing as she demonstrated to no one, a poor job of swinging. Her feet never left the ground, and the swing she sat in barely moved at all. In the sand, just a few feet away from her, a litttle silver-haired toddler sat in the sand, her little hands burried in it. Her blue eyes shifted over to Maya.

"Look uhntie Maya," the little girl squeeled, "I play with the sand!!" Her hands flew up into the air, sand particles falling into her hair. Maya shook her head, laughing abit. Lately, Darcy was the only thing that Maya felt the need to live for, to breath for, to wake up in the morning for. She knew that nothing would ever be fine again unless her brother Nashino returned. He was all she had. He was all Darcy had, and Maya didn't want to turn to the 'now we have eachother' thing, because that wasn't going to completely fill the hole in her heart.

Maya stood up from the swing, in a crouched position, speed walking over to the little girl, "I'm gonna getcha, I'm gonna getcha!!" The little girl squeeled with laughter, and took off in the opposite direction. It wasn't long before Maya had her scooped up in her arms, Darcy laughing, Maya as well.

[Mousiemus Prime]

A young woman, a person Maya may have encountered during the Cassis days, allowed her lips to shift from the that straight line to a small smile. Red and magenta eyes had settled kindly on the pair. At least two people were living in a much happier manor than she. Those where her thoughts as she walked herself through the Park towards the vacant merry-go-round. She walked about it, spinning it steadily and casually stepped onto it. Round, and round, and round, she went and slowly she layed herself -sprawled- at the center to look at the sky that spun gracefully above her.

Her blonde hair was let loose, and she wore a dress much similar to what she used to where, that white dress that came to her knees with red and gold. Well, it wasa plain short sleeved white dress this time. And with it she did not wear thigh-high boots but wedges with ballet style white satin laces crossing their way up her leg. " At least some of them have someone to be with." She said kindly, smiling up at the sky.

Carmela Ikaris, the missing person - the girl used as a weapon, lay on the cold metal circle as it's spinning began to die. Her legs were kept close, obviously, and crossed at the ankle. That slight smile she had had slowly faded to nothingness. Alone, vacant in appearence, Carmela looked to the spiraling sky above her and closed her eyes slowly.