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Post by roselynfrizroy on Aug 16, 2010 22:54:05 GMT -4
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I though If i could touch this place or feel it [/color] This brokenness inside me might start healing[/size]   [/center] There was a hurricane going on outside the window, and she sat nice and warm in side. On her laptop, chatting to people. She was telling these people that she was going to kill herself, and as she logged off she looked out the window with a sigh. Tony had forbid her to, like it really mattered. What could he do to stop her? Nothing, she would go and leave this world behind, let the depression linguine behind. Rochette's world was crashing down around her, the unexplainable shifts, the continuous fights. Hardly having any friends, killing both of her parents and attempting to kill her brother. She was ready to leave.
Taking off her shoes and just going out in her pajamas, A t-shirt with a little green dog named GIR from Invader Zim and matching cotton short-shorts. Her toes painted yellow with orange flowers on them. As Etta closed the wooden door behind her and ran soundlessly down the hall. She stop at the stairs, she could easily kill herself by falling down them, but she wanted a more dramatic death. Etta pushed the door open and ran down the stairs with the soft sound of feet hitting metal.
Once she got down to the main floor she had to make her way quickly out the front door and make a run for it. Even though she had no idea what the people were saying she could guess. Someone was going to do something, call one of the staff members to come and get her, one of themselves was going to go and get her. Either one wouldn't help one bit, she was already running on the wet pavement bare footed. Her pajamas clung to her body and she was comfortably running. The only thing that she hadn't thought of was how and where she was going to die. Rochette looked over her shoulder and saw a dark figure standing near the entrance to the dorms. Etta began to run faster to no where in particular. Her head pounding and her heart following suit. The wind was pushing the rain back and forth making hard to see in front of her, but she ran on.
Rochette found herself making her way towards the icy waters of the ocean, where she would be closer to the hurricane it's self. The closer she reached the beach the more destruction she saw. The more her heart was telling her to turn around, but her mind was pushing her through the wanting to be safe back in her dorm, with Heidi and Skyle although they hadn't been there at the time when she left. Rochette looked behind her once again but she couldn't see anything and hail began to form around her, it wasn't rain any more, it was skin piecing ice. O 0 O 0 O 0 O 0 O TAGGED ~ Dani WORDS ~ 468 LYRICS ~ Miranda Lambert - The House That Built Me NOTES ~ I FOUND MUSE THANK YOU DANI!!! |
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Anthony Cooper
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Post by Anthony Cooper on Aug 17, 2010 14:21:57 GMT -4
Rochette.. now -there- was a person he hadn't talked to in ages. How long had it been? A couple of days? Maybe a week? Sure, she was only just one of the many faces in the chatroom on the island that he hadn't gotten the chance - nor really cared about - to meet in person, but here she was rambling on about running into the middle of the hurricane it's self. ..Out there? In that storm? Even -after- he specifically forbade her to do so, not that he thought she'd listen, soon after that she'd logged off. Probably not a good sign. He kicked his feet out from under the computer desk, quickly logging off after her and shutting the purple laptop. He'd never even met the chick before in person, and would only have the faint memory of her icon to go by, but it would be enough.
Besides, how many people would there be running around outside? Not many, he hoped. At least he had his nocturnal vision to give a guide. He noticed his roommates stir from their beds slightly in their sleep, and he quickly grabbed for a sticky note and a pen, scribbling down a note. Don't panic, will be back soon. Doing something good for once. -- Tony He figured that would be enough to keep them happy, incase they were to wake up while he was away. He only took a moment to yank off the hoodie he had on the edge of his bed, shrugged it on, and kicked on a pair of shoes quickly. Suicide wasn't something to mess with, and he didn't know if Rochette was being serious or just wanting attention. He hardly knew anything about her but knew enough that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight or for weeks after if she -did- wind up hurting herself.
..Damn he was growing soft!
He slipped out of his dorm quickly and into the brightly lit hallways, flinching from the light sensitivity. Squinting, he darted over towards the stairs, following a sound as he just managed to miss her hair and back diving down the flight of stairs. Tony groaned and started quickly after her, practically missing every other step to catch up with her, though she was already out the door before he had a chance to grab her shirt. "Rochette!" he practically bellowed out from the doors, the rain smacking his face and where the clothes couldn't cover. He noticed she was heading for the beach, shoe-less from the looks of it, and he pumped his legs all the faster after her.
Now, Anthony was an agile sort of person, sure. Even flexible. But he wasn't much of a track star, and could openly thank the hurricane weather for slowing both of them down, if anything helping him to catch up some. Plus, she was barefoot. Only so much she could step before the pain would eventually reach her soles from something she might step on or, hell if he was lucky, a crab would pinch her ankle and make her stop. He could hope, right? Pushing himself faster, a hand quickly brushed his hair away from his eyes as he watched her body come closer and closer within his line of vision. He couldn't quite remember what her shift was, but he'd give anything right then to have been a cheetah or something to catch up with her faster than he was now.
Closer and closer her frame came, and she seemed unwavering in the direction of the beach as his shoes were then smacking on not concrete or dirt, but sand. Soaked, hard sand. "Rochette! Stop!" he yelled again, merely a couple of feet away from her as he bit his lip, frowning. Now that they were closer to the eye of the storm, wild and unforgiving pieces of hail. Though, luckily, he had on a hoodie and jeans. He let out a groan of indecision, and finally felt his muscles coil, retract, and spring as he dived at the girl's back, practically spearing her as his arms reached out to grab at her waist. He hoped this would be enough to pull her down to the ground so he could smack some sense into her, but worst case he'd just be hanging on for the run and have to resort to different action. "This is -insane!- What the hell are you doing?!"
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[/color] what are you wearing?? CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES Tony HAS grown soft. xD WORD COUNT 739 TAGG Rochette [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by roselynfrizroy on Aug 17, 2010 22:45:37 GMT -4
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I though If i could touch this place or feel it [/color] This brokenness inside me might start healing[/size] [/center] The once soft sand was sharp and painful to feel on her bare feet. The icy wind whipped at her face and she really wasn’t in the best attire to be outside. After all her pyjamas were thin and kept her cool at night, not that she needed that now. Etta heard her name being called. The voice was muffled and wasn’t familiar. Suddenly she felt over thrown and she hit the ground with a thud. Her face was buried in the ice like sand.
She had to twist her head around to the side to see who it was. And she had no idea, but the boy seemed to know her. "This is -insane!- What the hell are you doing?!" The boy asked. His hair was pushed out of his eyes, and she began to realize who it was. He was lanky in some ways, and he looked like one of the crazy kids she had met online.
“What? This is not insane. Not yet anyway.” She had a twinkle in her eye. Rochette slowly closed her eyes and let the wolf inside of her take over. Her eyes snapped open and her eyes had become those of a wolf. Her nails had become long and pointed. Etta rolled over so she was on top of Tony. She was freezing; her feet had gone from in pain to numb. Her hands ached and so did the rest of her body. She looked at her feet and the white sand around them was a pale pink. From what she didn’t know, nor did she take the time to find out.
Letting her wild side take over, she leaned back, tensioning her muscles, and then at with a powerful force she jumped over Tony. Etta continued to run, leaving a trail of blood behind her, towards the ocean waters. Now it was insane. It was insane to leave this the world this way with someone watching. It was insane, just to be out here in the first place, but being an Artic Wolf, it really didn’t matter in the end. The numbing feeling would turn to warmth in a few minutes, now that she had made the change to half-wolf, half-human. It was like she was a real life were-wolf.
As her feet touched the icy black waters of the ocean there was a slight jolt of human thought, in her human mind she was yelling at herself saying that she need to go back to Tony and go bad to her dorm room. Get out of the danger zone. Forget about the only way of getting out of this is killing herself and remember that people needed her, but she shoved those thoughts aside.
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