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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Sept 29, 2013 20:41:31 GMT -5
Given that August was commonly associated with the dog days of summer, the day wasn't all that bad. In fact, Laurel was finding that it was perfect, warm with just enough breeze to keep her cool. Not that it really mattered to her. The sunny day wasn't putting her into a good mood, then again when your mind was filled with thoughts of your dead mother, good moods weren't exactly common. A lot was happening as of late, and she found that her only place of solace was when she was here. Talking to her mother. Her dead mother who'd been more of a bitch than a mother to begin with. But her mother hadn't ever lied to her, Laurel could always count on the woman telling her the truth no matter how harsh it was.
The simple truth was, Laurel missed her mother. No matter how much of a bitch the woman had been to her, Mira was still the woman who'd taken care of Laurel when she was little. She was still her mother. And it hurt to know that she was gone. Died fighting in the war. Many times Laurel had wondered why. Why did her mother fight? Why did anyone fight? At least when the vampires had still been in hiding there had been some sort of harmony between them all. Now the human race was almost wiped from the earth, and those still fighting for freedom were holed up in the forest, struggling to survive each day. Laurel supposed she was bitter about it, in fact she'd gone as far as blaming her grand-father for her mother's death.
But she wasn't here to be bitter, or to blame anyone. Laurel just wanted a bit of peace, a moment in time where she could forget everyone and everything else and just talk to her mother. "I drew you. Dunno why, you're kinda a bitch" She murmured lightly. In fact she had the drawing with her, all colored in and finished. Laying in the grass next to her. Her lips pursed ever so slightly. Usually when one reminisced with a long gone loved one, they tended to do so at their grave. Laurel couldn't go to Italy on a whim however. "Guess it means I miss you." The woman fell silent once more the canvas the drawing of her mother was on sitting next to her. She ran a finger over the drawing, her lips drawn into a tight frown.
"Sometimes I just don't know what to do. Life's so hard." She sighed lightly, her fingers moving to pick at the grass. "It feels like it'll never be better. And if it doesn't get better, how am I suppose to live forever like this?" She scoffed lightly, shaking her head. It wasn't often Laurel sat down to talk to her mother, and while part of her felt like an idiot, it was helpful she supposed. "I know what you'd say, tough shit, get over it girl. You always did have a way with words didn't you?"
She let herself trail off as her head tipped back to look up at the sky. There were a few puffy white clouds dotting the blue, a very nice day. Laurel wasn't quite sure what she wanted to accomplish with this little outing. What she was aiming for. It wasn't like her mother'd talk back to her, or that talking to herself was going to help in any way, even if she thought it was going too. A hand reached up to rub her forehead before running through her hair. She just wanted things to be normal. Or as normal as they could be for her. But they weren't. Her life was filled with problems and she had the worst feeling in her gut that they'd just get worse. She wasn't sure how she'd be able to handle life if it got any worse than it was right now.
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Crissatha Isobel Pandora
Crimson Vampire
Student/Musician
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Life's a bitch. Then you die.
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Post by Crissatha Isobel Pandora on Nov 3, 2013 19:27:25 GMT -5
Crissatha Isobel Pandora could be a bit of a bitch. Okay, so to be fair she was nearly always a total bitch. But that was beside the point. Or was it? Anyway, Cris was a bitch, to the point that the nickname she proudly went by was the Ice Bitch. With no shits given as to how that came off. It was her, it was how she was, and she didn’t much care what other people tended to think about that. If they hated it well, then they could just screw off then couldn’t they? Which is what she told them if they ever had issue.
Like five minutes ago, for instance.
She was playing her music around the shops and restaurants and shit. Technically some people thought she hsouldn’t do that because they were high and mighty vampires who liked to tell everyone else who was lower than them what to do. She was talking about the nobles there, of course. Who else? Those shitty bitches who liked to pretend they were on top of the world and everyone else, even other vampires, were just shit. She knew this personally of course, thanks to her mother and the fact that for a little while there she had been dragged through that world.
But anyway, she had been playing her music quite happily in the square. Why not? She was disowned. The school paid for her schooling and the basic stuff which is what they did for any marked vamp that got disowned by their parents for being what they were or the poor suckers who had no parents, but they wouldn’t go further than that. Pocket money was on you. She assumed they usually figured that meant that students would be good upstanding citizens and actually get jobs. Possibly even on campus or out there in the sector.
But that wasn’t Cris’s style. She didn’t do jobs or working or that shit. She couldn’t play nice with others long enough to do any of that. Most of the lower jobs that teens could get anyway were those shitty ones like at a restaurant or something like that, where you had to help and interact with people and it was really just better if Cris didn’t try to do things like that. It was a bad idea all around. She tended to come off as a bit, well, like she said…a bitch. Not that she cared.
So she got off with playing her music and the funds that her sisters liked to get to her any way that they could. That tended to cover what she did and being that she didn’t do the drinking and clubbing stupidity like most of her peers, it covered well enough. She just needed enough for the important shit like clothes and chocolate, anything else was on a day to day basis of what she managed to have enough money to get when she had it or if she saw something else that she wanted.
Lux, her best friend, was the one who usually sprung for the bigger things for her without telling her. Like her guitar was courtesy of him.
And she’d never be able to pay him back enough for that, or for saving her life the million times that he had done it. He was her savior in a lot of ways, and more than just by saving her from dying a few times now. He helped her find herself. Which brings us back to the fact that Cris couldn’t help herself, she was just a bitch nine times out of ten.
She had been playing at the Town Square, making a nice bit of cash for herself too, and getting what she needed. Also, she just plain enjoyed playing. She had caused some smiles and some people to be moved by the music and that was always a bonus. It was going smoothly, going the way that it usually did when she had a good day—and the day was damn good for it too, all warm but not too warm, a rare and perfect August day that was—which she totally appreciated. Being that in some ways, this really was her job.
Until, of course, as these things went, something went wrong. A freaking royal got in her face about how she shouldn’t be playing there, threatened to have her removed, got all in her face. Which she didn’t appreciate. So she punched him of course, because what else would someone in that sort of a position with her notoriously short temper do? It didn’t help that she had been a little bit on edge lately being that the person who had killed her was back on her radar when she had thought that he was dead. So she punched him.
And then of course scooped up her money and bolted out of there, like any sane person would do.
She was cutting a shortcut, with her guitar now in it’s case across her back, through the park when she noticed someone that she knew. Screw going back to the Academy—she was pretty sure she didn’t have anyone tailing her anymore anyway—she had found a new place to be. She walked over that way, grinning a bit. Cris didn’t usually make friends, no, it wasn’t usually her style but she liked Laurel, liked her well enough anyway to want to pester her.
Odd way to start a friendship too, being that Laurel was in her old room. She walked over and without asking if it was alright, plopped herself down next to the other young woman. ”You look like shit” she said,s mirking over at her. Okay, so not the most polite greeting but Cris was just like that. And Laurel did look like she was out of it, like something was bothering her. So why not? Oh well.
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