Post by Roan on May 18, 2011 22:56:28 GMT -5
Running through the town was getting old. Trying to put distance between herself and someone else was even more-so. Anil was so far from Roan’s mind as now she was running from Selena, the law enforcement called to deal with her when she revealed her identity at the bank. The woman was passed out when the lycan left her but fear still drove her quickly. She had stopped only long enough to put on the sandals she had grabbed off a shelf in the clothing shop where the chase had ended. Blood was still dripping out of the wound on her hand but she didn’t stop to bind it.
She didn’t quite know where she was going to go. That was until a certain building swam into her blurry vision. It was one she hadn’t been to in years but there were boards over the windows which meant it wasn’t very used. That would be best for Roan who needed to lay low and get out of the public eye. Heading across the street Roan used her strength to force the door of the House of Jokes open and quickly shut it behind her. The room would have been dark except for the holes in the roof letting panels of sunlight in to illuminate the place.
It was absolutely disgusting. The place obviously hadn’t been inhabited in a while. The last time Roan had been there it had been Hayzie’s shop and she had a very brief job there. But that was ages ago. Now it was full of dust and muck and stale air. It irritated her eyes and nose but those weren’t the only reason she was tearing up. The place took dilapidated to a new level. It was ridiculously cold causing goosebumps to raise up on her arms though she didn’t quite care yet. Some of the sunlight gleamed in murky pools of rainwater from the holes. It was gross, but it was the perfect place to hide for now. Ignoring the dust and disaster she sat down against a wall.
Finally alone again, Roan broke. The weak dam against her emotions smashed into bitty pieces and Roan curled on herself and began to sob in earnest. She cried for her weakness which had made her leave the safety of Anil’s flat. For her stupidity which made her go to that bank. For the intense pain the melted silver was causing to her right hand and wrist and the burns on her leg. For all that had befallen her from the moment Phugsius had broken down her door. For the wreck that was her life. She felt broken and small and incredibly alone with no way out. There was no looking back, and there was no going forward.
Gathering herself quickly she began to use her good hand and arm creatively to tear strips off the hem of the cloak she had stolen from the store. These she used to crudely wrap around the bleeding burns. Silver had seared deep into the skin and she winced with the contact but knew it’d be best to keep the dust out of it. It was time to come up with a game plan again. But Roan honestly didn’t care anymore. Wrapping the remains of the cloak around her to ward off the cold she just closed her eyes and let all the negative feelings and images of the immediate past wash over her. There just wasn’t anymore strength to hold it all off.
She didn’t quite know where she was going to go. That was until a certain building swam into her blurry vision. It was one she hadn’t been to in years but there were boards over the windows which meant it wasn’t very used. That would be best for Roan who needed to lay low and get out of the public eye. Heading across the street Roan used her strength to force the door of the House of Jokes open and quickly shut it behind her. The room would have been dark except for the holes in the roof letting panels of sunlight in to illuminate the place.
It was absolutely disgusting. The place obviously hadn’t been inhabited in a while. The last time Roan had been there it had been Hayzie’s shop and she had a very brief job there. But that was ages ago. Now it was full of dust and muck and stale air. It irritated her eyes and nose but those weren’t the only reason she was tearing up. The place took dilapidated to a new level. It was ridiculously cold causing goosebumps to raise up on her arms though she didn’t quite care yet. Some of the sunlight gleamed in murky pools of rainwater from the holes. It was gross, but it was the perfect place to hide for now. Ignoring the dust and disaster she sat down against a wall.
Finally alone again, Roan broke. The weak dam against her emotions smashed into bitty pieces and Roan curled on herself and began to sob in earnest. She cried for her weakness which had made her leave the safety of Anil’s flat. For her stupidity which made her go to that bank. For the intense pain the melted silver was causing to her right hand and wrist and the burns on her leg. For all that had befallen her from the moment Phugsius had broken down her door. For the wreck that was her life. She felt broken and small and incredibly alone with no way out. There was no looking back, and there was no going forward.
Gathering herself quickly she began to use her good hand and arm creatively to tear strips off the hem of the cloak she had stolen from the store. These she used to crudely wrap around the bleeding burns. Silver had seared deep into the skin and she winced with the contact but knew it’d be best to keep the dust out of it. It was time to come up with a game plan again. But Roan honestly didn’t care anymore. Wrapping the remains of the cloak around her to ward off the cold she just closed her eyes and let all the negative feelings and images of the immediate past wash over her. There just wasn’t anymore strength to hold it all off.