Post by Victoria Alexander on Dec 19, 2007 20:20:51 GMT 1
The streets were similar, the atmosphere the same. How the cruel world just seemed to repeat itself with each new city. Its been two years. Two years in which old friends would come face to face. Intertwined once again in the dance of life. Going along as if nothing mattered, no hope left in a tattered soul. The now 23 year old Victoria stood on the empty streets. Darkness climbing around her. Her face worn, her body tired, her mind barely lingering.
How it seemed just a few years ago when she was on top of the world. That world in which she controlled, that she could mold anew, make it a safer place. She had all the good intentions but she had failed. Her world collapsed, along with her health, her family, her friends. She had fallen into nothingness. Her soul ragged and worn. Those small precious memories of Maverick, Kazuki, Tim all seemed to jumble together and fade. Her friends, her memories gone, whisked away as if they never were.
In the past two years, she forced the Banger Boys away. She wanted to be alone and with that she fought to stay alive. Her precious ego being shot down with every street fight she had gotten into some barely surviving and others not so well. It seemed harder with no one to cheer her on. After the cancer she was never the same, even after surgeries, when her body was cut and put back together but she was still missing. Her womanly figure restored and once again pleasing to the eye, but her heart forever cut in half. She blamed herself for everything. Taking every burden she could onto her shoulders, weighing her down like she always have. In her mind she was nothing, an empty shell of what she used to be. Her confidence shot and her determination fading.
Victoria found herself at the bottom. Making a few bucks by betting on herself in underground fighting, even after the blood dried she felt herself not wanting to continue on. To make every fight her last one. Determined that if she was going to die she would die fighting. But in the end, after all the brutal beatings, broken bones, she never knew how she survived. And even seemed disappointed in that fact.
But the world continued to turn weither she wanted it to or not. She had no choice but to keep picking up her feet. Moving on with hope, the will to live dwindling with each new day. She pushed anyone who tried to get close away. Not wanting to do anything with her life but fight and die. It wasn’t until she heard rumors of her old friends did she decide to go west. She didn’t know what she wanted. Why she felt the need to reconnect with her past. Maybe to torture herself with the failure she had made in New York. It seemed redundant but in the end she still soldiered on.
Hitching rides, swindling money to make her way west. She didn’t know what to expect but in the back of her mind she knew that open arms weren’t awaiting her. Just the curiosity of her old friend being ok made up her mind for her. She would just sneak her way in, just to see, just to satisfy her curiosity, and then she would sneak back out. She would do it when she wouldn’t be noticed. It wouldn’t hurt anyone just to see.
Now standing in front of the big city itself, it seemed rather unreal. With nothing but a small bag in hand she walked on, her black tie-up boots worn, scuffed, hitting the pavement with each step. A million questions running through her mind as she walked silently. She knew she had to find a highschool. Somewhere along these streets stood the building where her old friends gathered, where they shared happier days forgetting about the past.
The nights seemed darker, alone in a strange city as she made her way down winding roads and crosswalks. With nothing to go on she would go into a small store, who’s ‘Open’ light flickered on and off. The man behind the counter watched her carefully. Victoria couldn’t blame him. After all she looked rather homeless with her dirty face and tattered clothes. She picked up a small pint of milk, a poor looking sandwich and a small bag of pretzels and placed them on the counter. She didn’t even break a smirk when the guy smiled and greeted her with a meek hello. She pulled out some cash, counted it and placed it on the counter while shoving the rest back in her bag. She bleakly asked for directions of the highschool and was soon pointed in the right direction. She was told it was a rather long walk and merely responded back. ‘I have the time.’
Without a thank you she scooped up her dinner and made her way back out. Walking just enough to find a bench. Taking a seat, she unwrapped her sandwich, tearing it into small pieces and eating slowly while she looked around. She would watch a guy walking a dog, a hobo digging into trash cans, and even a rat waltzing out of the sewer to scurry away into the darkness. With the new city it just seemed a lot like the old. Different buildings and street names, but in the end it was still New York. The name has changed but not the game. There were people just like her out on these streets. Doing nothing but trying to survive.
“Hey, hey, little lady are you going to eat that.” The raspy voice broke Victoria out of her daze as she looked at the hobo that appeared in front of her. He was rather unpleasant in smell as his eyes lingered on her pretzels. Looking at where his eyes were meeting, she shook her head and handed the guy the bag. Her belly would disagree but it seemed he was a little more worse off than she was. The homeless man thanked her continuously as he made his way off into the darkness with her bag of pretzels, the smell seemed to linger a little more making Victoria stand and make her way towards her new direction.
The sounds of cars driving by, the bangs of doors, sounds from inside apartments. They all drifted down to the sidewalk where Victoria was walking. They would soon fade as the night grew darker. With flickering street lights Victoria would be cautious. This was dead time. The time where people with bad intentions would be parading around. Picking on strangers to show their dominance. Something that led Victoria to walk a little quicker, to hold her bag a little tighter. She didn’t know what to expect.
But with the glimpse of a school sign, she felt she was close. Her legs and feet ached, she could feel her calf muscles burning. She had been walking for a few hours and her body kept telling her to rest but she moved on. Moving down an alley, the comforting appearance of something she was used to led her to look upon the front of the school. Stopping short and leaning against the building beside her, still in the alley she merely looked at it. It seemed even bigger than Varron. She missed those carefree days.
Sighing slightly she backed up into the alley. She wasn’t able to do anything now. With the dead of night still around her she knew it would still be hours before the sun would come up. So finding a spot in which she could both hide and sleep she would settle herself. She found an old box, opened it and put it on the ground so that she could sit on it. Putting her small bag beside her she leaned her head against the brick wall with her arms around her knees and looked towards the school. She would collide with her past weither she wanted to or not. Pulling her hood down to cover her face her mind simply telling her that she would be in and out and before she knew it her eyes dropped closed, and she would sleep until the sun came up.
(Open but beware she might be a little cranky)
How it seemed just a few years ago when she was on top of the world. That world in which she controlled, that she could mold anew, make it a safer place. She had all the good intentions but she had failed. Her world collapsed, along with her health, her family, her friends. She had fallen into nothingness. Her soul ragged and worn. Those small precious memories of Maverick, Kazuki, Tim all seemed to jumble together and fade. Her friends, her memories gone, whisked away as if they never were.
In the past two years, she forced the Banger Boys away. She wanted to be alone and with that she fought to stay alive. Her precious ego being shot down with every street fight she had gotten into some barely surviving and others not so well. It seemed harder with no one to cheer her on. After the cancer she was never the same, even after surgeries, when her body was cut and put back together but she was still missing. Her womanly figure restored and once again pleasing to the eye, but her heart forever cut in half. She blamed herself for everything. Taking every burden she could onto her shoulders, weighing her down like she always have. In her mind she was nothing, an empty shell of what she used to be. Her confidence shot and her determination fading.
Victoria found herself at the bottom. Making a few bucks by betting on herself in underground fighting, even after the blood dried she felt herself not wanting to continue on. To make every fight her last one. Determined that if she was going to die she would die fighting. But in the end, after all the brutal beatings, broken bones, she never knew how she survived. And even seemed disappointed in that fact.
But the world continued to turn weither she wanted it to or not. She had no choice but to keep picking up her feet. Moving on with hope, the will to live dwindling with each new day. She pushed anyone who tried to get close away. Not wanting to do anything with her life but fight and die. It wasn’t until she heard rumors of her old friends did she decide to go west. She didn’t know what she wanted. Why she felt the need to reconnect with her past. Maybe to torture herself with the failure she had made in New York. It seemed redundant but in the end she still soldiered on.
Hitching rides, swindling money to make her way west. She didn’t know what to expect but in the back of her mind she knew that open arms weren’t awaiting her. Just the curiosity of her old friend being ok made up her mind for her. She would just sneak her way in, just to see, just to satisfy her curiosity, and then she would sneak back out. She would do it when she wouldn’t be noticed. It wouldn’t hurt anyone just to see.
Now standing in front of the big city itself, it seemed rather unreal. With nothing but a small bag in hand she walked on, her black tie-up boots worn, scuffed, hitting the pavement with each step. A million questions running through her mind as she walked silently. She knew she had to find a highschool. Somewhere along these streets stood the building where her old friends gathered, where they shared happier days forgetting about the past.
The nights seemed darker, alone in a strange city as she made her way down winding roads and crosswalks. With nothing to go on she would go into a small store, who’s ‘Open’ light flickered on and off. The man behind the counter watched her carefully. Victoria couldn’t blame him. After all she looked rather homeless with her dirty face and tattered clothes. She picked up a small pint of milk, a poor looking sandwich and a small bag of pretzels and placed them on the counter. She didn’t even break a smirk when the guy smiled and greeted her with a meek hello. She pulled out some cash, counted it and placed it on the counter while shoving the rest back in her bag. She bleakly asked for directions of the highschool and was soon pointed in the right direction. She was told it was a rather long walk and merely responded back. ‘I have the time.’
Without a thank you she scooped up her dinner and made her way back out. Walking just enough to find a bench. Taking a seat, she unwrapped her sandwich, tearing it into small pieces and eating slowly while she looked around. She would watch a guy walking a dog, a hobo digging into trash cans, and even a rat waltzing out of the sewer to scurry away into the darkness. With the new city it just seemed a lot like the old. Different buildings and street names, but in the end it was still New York. The name has changed but not the game. There were people just like her out on these streets. Doing nothing but trying to survive.
“Hey, hey, little lady are you going to eat that.” The raspy voice broke Victoria out of her daze as she looked at the hobo that appeared in front of her. He was rather unpleasant in smell as his eyes lingered on her pretzels. Looking at where his eyes were meeting, she shook her head and handed the guy the bag. Her belly would disagree but it seemed he was a little more worse off than she was. The homeless man thanked her continuously as he made his way off into the darkness with her bag of pretzels, the smell seemed to linger a little more making Victoria stand and make her way towards her new direction.
The sounds of cars driving by, the bangs of doors, sounds from inside apartments. They all drifted down to the sidewalk where Victoria was walking. They would soon fade as the night grew darker. With flickering street lights Victoria would be cautious. This was dead time. The time where people with bad intentions would be parading around. Picking on strangers to show their dominance. Something that led Victoria to walk a little quicker, to hold her bag a little tighter. She didn’t know what to expect.
But with the glimpse of a school sign, she felt she was close. Her legs and feet ached, she could feel her calf muscles burning. She had been walking for a few hours and her body kept telling her to rest but she moved on. Moving down an alley, the comforting appearance of something she was used to led her to look upon the front of the school. Stopping short and leaning against the building beside her, still in the alley she merely looked at it. It seemed even bigger than Varron. She missed those carefree days.
Sighing slightly she backed up into the alley. She wasn’t able to do anything now. With the dead of night still around her she knew it would still be hours before the sun would come up. So finding a spot in which she could both hide and sleep she would settle herself. She found an old box, opened it and put it on the ground so that she could sit on it. Putting her small bag beside her she leaned her head against the brick wall with her arms around her knees and looked towards the school. She would collide with her past weither she wanted to or not. Pulling her hood down to cover her face her mind simply telling her that she would be in and out and before she knew it her eyes dropped closed, and she would sleep until the sun came up.
(Open but beware she might be a little cranky)
