It was mere weeks after the episode with Corey in the fields. Sita sat in the Opera House, sick to her stomach again. She'd heard, of course, about the morning after, use protection, take a pill, blah blah blah. But it was three weeks later, and something felt seriously off. She swallowed hard, trying to get herself to eat the crackers on her lap. She just couldn't do it, though. She knew she'd throw up, just like before. Sure, they'd told her that even if she threw it back up, she'd still get some of the nutrients, but fucking hell she was sick of throwing up.
She sighed and threw the crackers down and began wandering through the Opera House. As she walked across the stage where they'd had the clan meeting, her combat boots against the wood reminded her that she was alone.. alone.. alone.
Tucked away in the silence of the Opera House, Christoph sat in quiet contemplation. This was the only place he could go to relax. Somehow, when he was here, reading his poetry, the outside world seemed to melt away. He could forget about how isolated he felt. How alone and different everyone seemed to make him feel. And about that bitch of a step mother at home. A break from her constant nagging was a relief, even if it was only temporary. Having thought enough about the troubles of his own little world, he opened his book and began to read the workings of his most favorite Author, E.A. Poe.
The silence consumed him as he read the writings of what must be the greatest Author to ever pick up a pen. Then, the silence was broken by the clodding of boot on wood. A flash of frustration glinted across his eyes as he looked up to see who was responsible for breaking his perfect silence.
Sita's eyes shone with blatant disregard. She'd never been one to care much if she was interrupting something, and besides, she couldn't recall this male being a part of their clan. She gazed at him silently, watching his frustration. It amused her. She loved to piss others off, truly. It was like a calling for her, what she was meant to do.
She met his eyes. Well, well, well... And just who the hell've we got here?
"Great, she just had to say something" He thought to himself as he marked his place in the book and closed it softly. He could tell by the look on her face and the tone in her voice that she didn't much appreciate the look he had given her upon first glance. Half-way tucking the book in his bag, he stood up, brushing some dust away from his sleeve.
He lightly sighed to himself. Knowing that his time of peace was about to be cut short. "You talk like you own this place. So who exactly are you?"
Sita laughed coldly. I don't own it, but my clan claims it, which is basically the same thing. Arms folded, she tilted her head and blinked at him. It didn't matter that he was on her property, as much as how he'd gotten there. Another chosen one accidently slipping in? Seemed odd to her.
How did you get into Arciero, kid? Her voice was unkind yet soothing, sending mixed signals. Sita was always a mixed signal.
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Blake » Member
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(23/6/05 4:18)
Re: i walk alone [p]
out of character // blake
^.^
in character // christoph
"Your Clan?" He said. Trying not to sound too interested, which he was. Curious as a cat by nature, he was easily intreagued. Continuing to gather his things, hiding behind his long, dark hair, avoiding eye contact, he replied. "What's it to you how I got here? It really doesn't matter anyways since I'm on my way out, does it?"
A tinge of guilt tugged at him after saying that. Feeling bad for snapping at the girl for no reason. He glanced up for an instant and cought her gaze. There was something about her. Something in her eyes, beautiful and mysterious. Christoph regularly avoided direct eye contact with most people, for eyes are the windows to the soul, and he didn't want anyone looking there. He tried to break eye contact, but couldn't. His heart raced like a helpless animal cornered by a predator. He could feel her peering into him. Looking at what he despised most...himself. Fear and panic took hold and made him look away, back to his bag. "I'm sorry..I. I didn't mean to..." stumbling for words as he desperately cluttered the rest of his things and stuffed them nervously into his bag.
She shrugged lightly and blocked his exit. This wasn't so easy. She needed to know who he was, if he'd managed to get into Arciero. You're not leaving. Don't be sorry. Tell me how you got here. She tried to be firm yet ever so slightly kind. She couldn't scare him away. She might have to scare him into staying.
Her mind spun. So many people were getting into Arciero lately. Where there that many who could find it, or was this all a cosmic mistake? She knew it couldn't be for nothing that their numbers were swelling. She just hoped it was for good.
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