07-26-2018, 11:54 AM
Annie didn't know Charlie when he came to Morgan Heights, nor did she know anything about the situation surrounding his sister. She was thirteen as of this year, and Charlie, having been seventeen, now in his late to early thirties, had been present in Morgan Heights likely before she had even been born. Of course, she saw his face around, and perhaps meant to talk to him, but the opportunities never seem to arose. Rather, she often found herself whisked away handling some other task, trying to help her mother and look after the people of Morgan Heights as best as she could. No, her mother knew more about Charlie, though it was her mother she had been seeking that afternoon.
The rain soaked into her gentle blonde curls, of which was held at bay in two braided dutch pigtails that laid across either shoulder. A hair clip, a white butterfly, was pinned near her right ear amidst the braids. She had a habit of wearing these hairpins and clips on her deaf side, as an idle reminder to those around her just which side was deaf. Sometimes, people forgot, and it was awfully funny, as much as it was terrible, to have people speaking into your deaf ear trying to make sure you could hear them.
Her arms wrapped slightly around herself against the little chill of the rain in her light blue sun dress, the sound of her mother's voice made her steps hasten forward, "Mama," she began, but just as quickly as she had made it to her mother's side, and underneath the protection of the umbrella, did her blue-eyed gaze snap to Charlie on the steps. So that's where the smell of smoke was coming from. Annie had to admit it was... disgusting, but she held her tongue, instead flashing Charlie a bright grin. "Oh, hello mister Charlie! Good afternoon," the greeting would come, her face lighting up cheerfully as if seeing Charlie had suddenly made her day all the better. She knew enough of the man to knew he was rather quiet and introverted. That was okay too.
Her gaze turned as her mother spoke, but once she was done her gaze turned back to Charlie curiously, eyeing the man briefly, "Aren't you cold, mister Charlie? You'll catch a cold if you let yourself get soaked!"
The rain soaked into her gentle blonde curls, of which was held at bay in two braided dutch pigtails that laid across either shoulder. A hair clip, a white butterfly, was pinned near her right ear amidst the braids. She had a habit of wearing these hairpins and clips on her deaf side, as an idle reminder to those around her just which side was deaf. Sometimes, people forgot, and it was awfully funny, as much as it was terrible, to have people speaking into your deaf ear trying to make sure you could hear them.
Her arms wrapped slightly around herself against the little chill of the rain in her light blue sun dress, the sound of her mother's voice made her steps hasten forward, "Mama," she began, but just as quickly as she had made it to her mother's side, and underneath the protection of the umbrella, did her blue-eyed gaze snap to Charlie on the steps. So that's where the smell of smoke was coming from. Annie had to admit it was... disgusting, but she held her tongue, instead flashing Charlie a bright grin. "Oh, hello mister Charlie! Good afternoon," the greeting would come, her face lighting up cheerfully as if seeing Charlie had suddenly made her day all the better. She knew enough of the man to knew he was rather quiet and introverted. That was okay too.
Her gaze turned as her mother spoke, but once she was done her gaze turned back to Charlie curiously, eyeing the man briefly, "Aren't you cold, mister Charlie? You'll catch a cold if you let yourself get soaked!"
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