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Post by Ginger on Feb 15, 2009 17:27:52 GMT -5
Effy sat on top of the roof, the tiles cold beneath her legs, but they at least, were there, were real, were not something her mind had conjured into existence without her wanting. Hallucinations people would call them, echoes of memories from a past best not remembered, but they soon changed their tune when they discovered that they could see her creations as well. That they could see the creatures her mind to brought to life. They threw her in here, away from the world she knew and the friends she had. The family that was supposed to be there, cast her out like the freak she was.
Shivering slightly from the cold, Effy refused to put on a jacket even as the snow started to fall once again, drifting down in little suicidal flakes to entangle in her hair of melt on her skin. Shaking slightly, she placed the fag between her lips and drew a long slow breath of smoke, filling her lungs with numbing nicotine until the poison sneaked its way back between her rouge and slightly parted lips, out into the open air and freedom.
Before her eyes the smoke became people, dancing away into the night sky. More hallucinations. More creations. More evidence she was a freak, stuck in the freak school. She tapped the end., letting the ash fall to its death, small clouds of breath leaving her mouth, the only evidence she was alive and not some strange statue. That and water stains on her cheeks, the blurred mascara, so carefully applied, now so carelessly smudged.
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Post by lady{Living Word} on Feb 15, 2009 18:20:44 GMT -5
The winter was his playground, and the night was his sanctuary. It was getting closer and closer to nightfall and nowadays it was the only time of day he actually liked to leave his room, besides any classes he decided to take. He wouldn't be here for too much longer, considering he was only here to take care of his sister and brothers. His powers were growing and becoming stronger than before, consuming his very being. But no one would ever know his secret, no one needed to know. As long as he remained in control, he would be fine. No one would get hurt by the darkness growing in his heart.
He had been on the roof most of the day, hiding within any shadow he could fine. Which meant he had been watching the girl since she had found her way up there, just watching, nothing more. He watched as the smoke curled from her lips, changing to waltzing figures as it floated away on an invisible breeze. At first, he considered that perhaps she enjoyed the cold like he did, but then he realized that she was shivering and even at one point had been crying. And why, he didn't know.
"You know, you can freeze rather easily out here," he finally murmured loud enough to be heard, stepping out from the shadows that had been his sanctuary. He was barely clothed himself, with just a black tee and dark jeans, his hands stuffed into the pockets. His dark eyes assessed her as he stepped forward, wondering what she was thinking, what was going on in her mind to drive her out here without any protective clothing. |
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Post by Ginger on Feb 16, 2009 7:56:58 GMT -5
Effy was pretty oblivious to anyone standing behind her. Firstly, why would anyone be up here at this time of night, in the snow, and on what was perhaps the coldest place on campus? Nobody sane surely. Then of course there was the fact that she hadn’t heard anyone open the door to the roof, and there weren’t enough footholds to climb up here via any outside way (unless you could maybe fly), and she hadn’t seen anyone up here when she had entered the cold winds.
Perhaps the most obvious reason she was oblivious to anyone being up here was the simple fact that she didn’t care.
Smoke still curling from between her lips and the lighted end of her cigarette, Effy sat quite still, her bare legs hanging over the side of the building, one arm wrapped across her stomach and upon her legs, the chill wind ruffling her already slightly wild hair. If she was surprised when she heard a voice behind her, she didn’t show it, just simply raised the fag to her lips and inhaled once more, letting the smoke out through her nose and between her lips. She flicked the stub over the edge, watching the glowing end disappear into the sky, and finally go out as it hit the snow below.
Finally, finally she looked back across her shoulder at the boy stood behind her, examining him with her coal rimmed and smudged eyes. A slight shrug of her shoulders and she was back to facing the front. who cares. She answered, and pulled a slightly crumpled packet from inside her dress, where it had been tucked in her bra, and produced yet another cigarette. On the ground below was the evidence that she had been sat here a long while, a littler of fag ends. She had already decided she was going to smoke the packet before she went back inside, and she had just one left, not including the one she held in her lips now, lighter in her hands as she coaxed it into life.
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