Post by Victoria Alexander on Apr 14, 2008 21:50:59 GMT 1
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Victoria walked silently towards the wooded area. It was dark. The night loomed in front of her as the last of the pinkish and purple skies faded into dark blue hues. She loved the night. With the first peek of the stars to the warm rocks cooling down for the night.
Victoria hummed lightly to herself as she put one foot in front of the other. She had gotten the night free from Tak as he sat babysitting his brothers apartment. She didn’t mind him tagging along. But in the past two years of being alone. She had felt crowded in only the few days she had spent with him.
“What am I going to do with myself.” She said barely a whisper on her lips.
Stretching her arms into the sky, she continued with her humming. Random rhythmical notes dancing in her head. Another habit she had found herself doing. She used to be quiet. How she contemplated so much of her past life that she had changed. She was more easy going she supposed. More upbeat considering her past. She guessed ever since Kazuki, Maverick and a few other Varron students walked into her life that she just moved past the old hatred inside her.
No room to hate six men that turned her life upside down. No room for the fear of being that small six year old stuck in a cruel world anymore. She was grown and her nightmares have slowed. She knew that deep down she healed more than those ugly scars showed. Her heart mended along with her body. Giving her a small peace inside.
She was free to do anything she wished. To live where she wanted. To do what she wanted. But her freedom had its price. She would be tied down no where. No one would remember Victoria Rose Alexander. Her loner existence would get the best of her. And in the end, she would have established nothing in life.
The thought gave her a slight chill that ran down both arms. What was life without having someone to tell someone else about it. To pass on her stories, her life to the next generation. Everyone always wanted to be famous. To go into a room and have someone know you, to recognize you. It’s a nice feeling when that happens. And to know that it will never happen is a rather dull feeling.
One was put onto life to establish something and she had nothing in the works. Sure she sacrificed her life to protect those in need but what happens when she was not needed. Kazuki had his point. What was she to do when she is not needed. A depressing thought.
Finding a large rock, she sat on it. The palms of her hands resting on it. She could feel the heat from the day move through her hands, warming them, comforting her. She was no more useful as the rock she sat on. Sure it was sturdy and provided help when needed. But no one would call for it unless they needed it. She started to feel sorry for the rock and in sense was sorry for herself that she, like the rock was useless.
“Blah, What a depressing thought...” She sighed watching as a slight breeze would flicker thru the tree limbs. Seeing flashes of wild bats appear flying through the air, watching them no doubt get their evening meal of wild bugs.
In the distance she could hear the cry of a crow. It brought back an old thought. Her old nick name. Dark Raven. How cheesy she thought to herself. She never understood why her and Tak came up with it. She always liked the bird, and how it was so misunderstood. Tak said it was a good name for her raven hair. It seemed silly in the end but for a while it was fun to have the nick name.
Listening to the night air, the light noises all around her. She rather enjoyed being here. Back in New York she would still be bundled up freezing, the winter threatening her with a cold or worse. Here, it was only a slight chill nothing her hoodie couldn’t protect her from.
Drumming her fingers on the rock she then suddenly stopped. She thought she heard a crack. Something large stepping on a twig to the side of her. She was unsure if it were an animal or a person, frankly she was more enjoying the sites rather than paying much attention to what was around her.
Straitening her spine she kept her eyes wondering around, she knew she heard a sound. Could her ears be playing tricks on her?
Victoria walked silently towards the wooded area. It was dark. The night loomed in front of her as the last of the pinkish and purple skies faded into dark blue hues. She loved the night. With the first peek of the stars to the warm rocks cooling down for the night.
Victoria hummed lightly to herself as she put one foot in front of the other. She had gotten the night free from Tak as he sat babysitting his brothers apartment. She didn’t mind him tagging along. But in the past two years of being alone. She had felt crowded in only the few days she had spent with him.
“What am I going to do with myself.” She said barely a whisper on her lips.
Stretching her arms into the sky, she continued with her humming. Random rhythmical notes dancing in her head. Another habit she had found herself doing. She used to be quiet. How she contemplated so much of her past life that she had changed. She was more easy going she supposed. More upbeat considering her past. She guessed ever since Kazuki, Maverick and a few other Varron students walked into her life that she just moved past the old hatred inside her.
No room to hate six men that turned her life upside down. No room for the fear of being that small six year old stuck in a cruel world anymore. She was grown and her nightmares have slowed. She knew that deep down she healed more than those ugly scars showed. Her heart mended along with her body. Giving her a small peace inside.
She was free to do anything she wished. To live where she wanted. To do what she wanted. But her freedom had its price. She would be tied down no where. No one would remember Victoria Rose Alexander. Her loner existence would get the best of her. And in the end, she would have established nothing in life.
The thought gave her a slight chill that ran down both arms. What was life without having someone to tell someone else about it. To pass on her stories, her life to the next generation. Everyone always wanted to be famous. To go into a room and have someone know you, to recognize you. It’s a nice feeling when that happens. And to know that it will never happen is a rather dull feeling.
One was put onto life to establish something and she had nothing in the works. Sure she sacrificed her life to protect those in need but what happens when she was not needed. Kazuki had his point. What was she to do when she is not needed. A depressing thought.
Finding a large rock, she sat on it. The palms of her hands resting on it. She could feel the heat from the day move through her hands, warming them, comforting her. She was no more useful as the rock she sat on. Sure it was sturdy and provided help when needed. But no one would call for it unless they needed it. She started to feel sorry for the rock and in sense was sorry for herself that she, like the rock was useless.
“Blah, What a depressing thought...” She sighed watching as a slight breeze would flicker thru the tree limbs. Seeing flashes of wild bats appear flying through the air, watching them no doubt get their evening meal of wild bugs.
In the distance she could hear the cry of a crow. It brought back an old thought. Her old nick name. Dark Raven. How cheesy she thought to herself. She never understood why her and Tak came up with it. She always liked the bird, and how it was so misunderstood. Tak said it was a good name for her raven hair. It seemed silly in the end but for a while it was fun to have the nick name.
Listening to the night air, the light noises all around her. She rather enjoyed being here. Back in New York she would still be bundled up freezing, the winter threatening her with a cold or worse. Here, it was only a slight chill nothing her hoodie couldn’t protect her from.
Drumming her fingers on the rock she then suddenly stopped. She thought she heard a crack. Something large stepping on a twig to the side of her. She was unsure if it were an animal or a person, frankly she was more enjoying the sites rather than paying much attention to what was around her.
Straitening her spine she kept her eyes wondering around, she knew she heard a sound. Could her ears be playing tricks on her?
