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Post by DarkWolfie on May 1, 2011 19:23:50 GMT -5
She needed a weapon.
Frowning at the broken hilt of her favorite knife, Aria found herself quite certain of that fact. Knives stolen from your parents as an act of revenge were nice and all, but she'd had this one for three years, and watched it steadily deteriorate until it was... well, this. Silver that was beginning to rust despite the quality, capped by a hilt that had now - by methods unknown to her - managed to split completely in half. She made a half-hearted attempt to press it together by the pure strength of her arms. It stayed stubbornly broken.
"Damn it..." she sighed, allowing it to fall to the ground before her. What weapon would be best to steal? she wondered, navigating down the dark alley that was basically her second home... okay, her only home. She didn't really want another knife; yet she wasn't sure she had a better option. A gun, perhaps. A gun would be nice. It would be a lot easier to blow someone's head off than to stab them to death, right?
Yeah, she should definitely address that question to the first person she stumbled across. It wouldn't get her regarded as even more of a freak, or anything.
Because being a damn freak of nature, being the only rebel girl in a golden family, wasn't already so much fun. Her family was golden everything... golden hair, golden skin, golden personalities. The perfect ones. Except, of course, for Aria, who had been born with Clarion looks, but had opted to deeply tan her skin and dye her hair, because she had never wanted to be one of them in the first place.
She got her wish, of course. She wasn't one of them, nor could she ever expect to be. She wasn't permitted in their house and she wasn't permitted to speak to her little sister... who was not so little now, truly. Faith was fifteen, and likely had no idea what had happened to Aria, other than the lies her parents fed her.
Momentarily, her muscles tightened with frustration, but she took a deep breath and forced them to relax. Forced them. Aria's body would do as she said, period.
Her anger abated, not into calm, but into a contribution to the bitterness that had been piling up in her twisted heart for pretty much her entire life. Life on the streets was better, anyway. She'd never liked the people that surrounded her.
Or, at least, she was perfectly fine allowing herself to believe that.
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Post by hellokitteh on May 7, 2011 15:32:29 GMT -5
I sighed as I kept my back against the brick wall of an old building.
I always came here around this time. I was ditching school and was trying to keep from getting caught. I knew that people have started to catch on but they didn't know about this place and they never would. I was very good at being sly and hiding. I'd managed to keep my parents and school from knowing that I do this for a month now. That's a lot more than a lot of people can say.
I tried to keep in the shadows of the alleyway as I watched the same familiar faces walk by. Then I saw someone I hadn't really ever seen before, a girl a few years older than me walking around and obviously not like the normal bunch of people that live in this town.
I smirked and pushed myself off the wall. I had my weapon in my pocket just in case I got into any sort of trouble. I walked over to her and raised an eyebrow.
"Now don't get me wrong but I don't believe I've ever seen someone like you, other than myself of course, in this town before," I said softly.
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Post by DarkWolfie on May 7, 2011 16:00:02 GMT -5
Aria raised an oddly delicate eyebrow (she couldn't get rid of all her Clarion looks) and tilted her head, examining the other, holding her in a long, dark gaze. She maintained an eerie silence for several moments, almost seeming as if she wouldn't respond, and then turned her head away, completely disinterested. Aria held no fascination for the girl - Aria didn't hold fascination for anyone. Couldn't let little things like "acquaintance" or "trust" spring up, now could she?
She maintained her silence for a long time, but eventually her need for a good weapon came crawling back into her mind. Weapons were rare in the Wonderful Town Of Sunshine And Butterflies, after all; Aria herself had lost use of her very last one, and knew better than trying to sneak into her parents' house again. She wasn't likely to find a knife or - happy thought - a gun anywhere here by chance, and no one else would have one... but this one, she realized, actually might.
She turned her gaze back on the younger girl. "I'm not new here," she said calmly, her rough city accent mixing oddly with her French lilt. "If you haven't seen me, it's because I haven't wanted you to. Got any smokes?" Aria herself was almost out; stealing any was far from out of the question, but she did have one of many simple rules - try the easier way first.
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Post by hellokitteh on May 7, 2011 22:47:08 GMT -5
I looked at her, almost as if she was insane.
I was only seventeen and the typical people my age did not smoke because we were not old enough to yet.
I laughed at that thought.
I of course had been smoking since I was ten or eleven.
I just simply loved to mess with people.
"Of course," I laughed.
I smirked at her and pulled out a pack and a lighter.
I handed her a cigarette and got out one for myself as well.
I lit mine and then held out the lighter for her.
I gave her a bright smile as a continued to smoke my cigarette.
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Post by DarkWolfie on May 8, 2011 9:25:07 GMT -5
Aria accepted the flimsy white thing with a smirk that almost appeared graceful, and drew it up to her mouth. She took a long, deep draw, blew the excess smoke out through slightly parted rose-colored lips, and finally nodded approvingly. "Not bad, kid," she declared, drawing it back up again. "Where'd you steal a thing like that from?"
She didn't really care for the answer. Her dark eyes flickered, carefully analytical. The other girl wasn't normal; that she was certain of. If the red-and-black hair and dark clothing wasn't a hint, the attitude certainly was - like Aria, she didn't belong here, in this perfect city. Aria had never actually found someone else who seemed so far from fitting in, which only made he girl hold even more intrigue for her. She lowered her cigarette slowly.
"So," she said, in her short, direct way, "What's the story? Rebel of a perfect family, runaway, spontaneous taste for the wild side, what?" She sounded casual, as if she didn't care; in truth, she didn't care much, but she was interested - and it took a lot to even get Aria's interest in this town.
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Post by hellokitteh on May 8, 2011 11:21:30 GMT -5
I smirked at her again.
"Oh you're not even close..." I said as I shook my head.
My family was far worse than any of those things.
I pondered telling her, but I mean what harm could come?
It's not like it mattered.
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"I'm from a rich family that thinks everybody needs to be perfect like they feel the town is. As a kid I was sucked into the idea, but not any more. When I was little I disobeyed for attention and was beaten and eventually I stopped trying to be bad for attention and realized that I can't do anything right in my parents eyes. Now I just don't care I do what I want when I want and if I'm caught who cares? I get hit, so what?" I said and shrugged.
"Right now, I'm ditching school. It's become a habit of mine. I've kept it up for a month now and have covered up my tracks. People have started to catch on but they have yet to catch me in the act or have any proof whatsoever, so until that point I'm just relaxing and doing what I want and if anyone questions me... Well, they'll get what's coming to them," I said with a slight chuckle.
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Post by DarkWolfie on May 8, 2011 15:32:38 GMT -5
Aria's response was a grin that was far too bright to mean anything good. She stretched casually and laced her hands behind her head. "I did a lot of ditching, too. Then my parents - being the self-involved golden people that they are - started forcing me to go, sometime around mid-Tenth Grade. It was extremely dull, and too late for me to save myself anyway, so... I dropped out. Then I got thrown out of house and home." She grinned crookily. "Ta-da, there's my story. What's your name, by the way?"
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Post by hellokitteh on May 9, 2011 18:17:49 GMT -5
I chuckled and shook my head softly.
At first I wasn't sure whether I should lie or not, but I had already gone and told her my whole life story.
It would be pointless to lie now...
I looked at her and shrugged.
"I'm Lyana," I said softly.
I checked my surroundings through the corners of the eyes.
If I was being watched it wouldn't end well.
They would face my wrath.
I finally decided to think that I was alone and would stick to it as that.
I took a deep breath and then focused back on her.
"What's yours?" I asked softly.
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Post by DarkWolfie on May 9, 2011 19:39:35 GMT -5
Aria returned a hooded, dark-eyed gaze. For a moment, she toyed with the idea of not responding at all, but then she shrugged. With the information she already had, she was screwed anyway, if they found out about her; her name couldn't get her in more trouble than she was in already. "Aria Clarion," she said finally. "Yep, I'm French. Who'd have guessed?" She took a last draw on the cigarette, then let it fall to the ground, where she smashed it into the concrete with the steel toe of her knee-high combat boot. The shoes were looking rather worn, too, she couldn't help noticing; it really wasn't always the best idea to steal all her clothing as well as her weaponry. But, hell, where would she get the money? Besides... things were lax here. If it was easy to get away with, then she didn't really see a problem with it. It was when risk of imprisonment crept in that she had issues; though she didn't mind risk, not at all. Risk was fun.
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Post by hellokitteh on May 15, 2011 13:44:54 GMT -5
I gave her a half-smile as I continued to smoke the cigarette I had.
"I'm Italian," I said softly.
I checked my surroundings again.
I couldn't allow myself to believe that I was truly safe from being caught.
Believing that would be completely idiotic.
"My last name's Racchello," I said with a smirk.
I continued to check my surroundings until again, I convinced myself that I was okay for now.
I then looked at her.
I thought briefly of how to continue the conversation and then found a good question to ask.
"How old are you?" I asked softly.
I wouldn't be surprised if eventually she grew tired of talking to me because I was beginning to feel the same way towards her...
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Post by DarkWolfie on May 24, 2011 13:56:43 GMT -5
"I'm nineteen." She gave a brilliant, unsettling smile, and leaned back, folding her arms low across her chest. The girl was certainly interesting - much more interesting than what she would expect from someone who lived in this damn goodie-goodie town. Even so, the conversation was beginning to take a dull turn; if they stayed here, one of them was going to leave in boredom, and Aria would be back to having absolutely nothing to do. She frowned briefly, then grinned far too brightly at her newfound companion. "So," she said calmly. "Would you like to stay here and talk about our oh-so-fascinating lives, or would you like to actually do something? I don't find many people so much like me."
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Post by hellokitteh on May 24, 2011 20:32:52 GMT -5
I briefly considered the idea.
Doing something around here heard from anyone else would otherwise be boring and dull.
With her though, it was a different story.
She'd have something thrilling and exciting in mind probably.
It'd probably be something my parents would beat me for...
Then again what won't my parents beat me for...?
I rolled my eyes at the thought and then focused back on the question.
I really couldn't wait to hear what she had on mind.
"Hmm..." I murmured softly.
I chuckled softly.
"Yes, doing something sounds nice," I chuckled.
"It sounds very intriguing," I said with a smirk.
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