Seize the Night (Breeze)
Aug 29, 2010 23:17:33 GMT -5
Post by sadniss everdeen on Aug 29, 2010 23:17:33 GMT -5
The night broods solemnly, occasionally replying to the quiet earth with a crack of lightning that rips through the sky with an eerie resemblance to talking. I sit, perched on my windowsill, watching with a degree of childish wonder how the clouds light up and form faces that dance in the air, heavy with rain and memories of an ancient world. A quick glance at the clock shows that it's past midnight, and all would be still in the Rockshaw household. An idea forms, a seed of juvenile delinquency that refuses to die out.
Assessing my chances another bolt of electricity ripples through the air, making my hair stand on end. Longingly I look to the streets where the wind whispers along the intricately paved ground, beckoning me. Only once glancing to make sure there wasn't a pesky servant to watch my movement, I gingerly open the window with a muted 'ssshhh'.
The wind hits me full in the face; reflex tears spring to my eyes. Blinking furiously I prod at the roof with my toes, feeling firm shingles. More confident now my dancer's grace is the only thing that keeps me from falling as I quietly shimmy along the slanted tiles and finally gripping the drain.
Awkwardly I slide down, landing with a solid thud. Grinning in the type of exhileration only breaking the rules can give I crack into a run, pounding down the streets with my lithe form weaving into the shadows.
It's like the city is a breathing, pulsing thing at night! In wonder I stare through some of the windows, blushing at what I see. I walk in a half-dazed stupor, stunned at all the glitter and lights that flash. Booze hangs heavy in the air and I greedily inhale the scent, blond hair flipping out of my face. Free of tension that so normally hangs around the daytime District Three, I allow myself to shut off the warning bells in my head as a sound catches my attention.
Curiously I approach the alley, seeing nothing but hazy shapes. Once the black swallows me completely I swing my head around, finding nothing. Confused now I attempt to back out, but something catches me by the neck and slams me into the wall. Two boys are hovering over me, a sneer on their faces as their fingers pluck at my clothing.
"Well, aren't you out past your curfew, little lady?" Nothing but a strangled whimper escapes my throat as I realize they've mistaken me for a girl (though they're technically half-correct). I struggle feebly, but they simply laugh and lean in closer. They smell of booze and sex and lies, making me gag. "Do you want to play a game?"
Suddenly seized by fear I violently push, barely managing to break his hold. I bolt, but run directly into another wall of human flesh. This boy stands over six feet, with messy black hair and a strange expression I've never seen. Regardless I run behind him, cowering; clutching his sleeve like the frightened little child I suddenly am.
"Help me," I whimper, shrinking back as the two forms emerge from the alley. "Please."
(OOC: How's that for starters?)
Assessing my chances another bolt of electricity ripples through the air, making my hair stand on end. Longingly I look to the streets where the wind whispers along the intricately paved ground, beckoning me. Only once glancing to make sure there wasn't a pesky servant to watch my movement, I gingerly open the window with a muted 'ssshhh'.
The wind hits me full in the face; reflex tears spring to my eyes. Blinking furiously I prod at the roof with my toes, feeling firm shingles. More confident now my dancer's grace is the only thing that keeps me from falling as I quietly shimmy along the slanted tiles and finally gripping the drain.
Awkwardly I slide down, landing with a solid thud. Grinning in the type of exhileration only breaking the rules can give I crack into a run, pounding down the streets with my lithe form weaving into the shadows.
It's like the city is a breathing, pulsing thing at night! In wonder I stare through some of the windows, blushing at what I see. I walk in a half-dazed stupor, stunned at all the glitter and lights that flash. Booze hangs heavy in the air and I greedily inhale the scent, blond hair flipping out of my face. Free of tension that so normally hangs around the daytime District Three, I allow myself to shut off the warning bells in my head as a sound catches my attention.
Curiously I approach the alley, seeing nothing but hazy shapes. Once the black swallows me completely I swing my head around, finding nothing. Confused now I attempt to back out, but something catches me by the neck and slams me into the wall. Two boys are hovering over me, a sneer on their faces as their fingers pluck at my clothing.
"Well, aren't you out past your curfew, little lady?" Nothing but a strangled whimper escapes my throat as I realize they've mistaken me for a girl (though they're technically half-correct). I struggle feebly, but they simply laugh and lean in closer. They smell of booze and sex and lies, making me gag. "Do you want to play a game?"
Suddenly seized by fear I violently push, barely managing to break his hold. I bolt, but run directly into another wall of human flesh. This boy stands over six feet, with messy black hair and a strange expression I've never seen. Regardless I run behind him, cowering; clutching his sleeve like the frightened little child I suddenly am.
"Help me," I whimper, shrinking back as the two forms emerge from the alley. "Please."
(OOC: How's that for starters?)
