Stoic ~H e a r t s~ [Ems]
Oct 2, 2013 20:41:52 GMT -5
Post by Scourge on Oct 2, 2013 20:41:52 GMT -5
Arelia Ares Clement
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{Name: Arelia Ares Clement}
{Ar-el-ia Aer-es Cle-ment}
{Gender: Female}
{Sexuality: A-Sexual}
{Age: 12 years old}
{District 2: Masonry}
{Assassin Plot}
{Face Claim: Sorsha Morava}
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{Name: Arelia Ares Clement}
{Ar-el-ia Aer-es Cle-ment}
{Gender: Female}
{Sexuality: A-Sexual}
{Age: 12 years old}
{District 2: Masonry}
{Assassin Plot}
{Face Claim: Sorsha Morava}
The pessimistic gaze of the moon shone dully upon the alley inwhich she stalked. Jaded cerulean irises gazed out from the shadows, the depths of peril in those same alleyways that this girl
An ebony blouse covered the hem dress she wore everyday, along with those same worn out soles of the shoes that apparently fitted around her feet so perfectly. It didn't take people often to realise she was little much than a street urchin, but they wouldn't have that time to foresee such before the girl would disappear into the midst of her 'lair'. A scowl found itself upon Arelia's face, fading as quickly as it came. At times like most she wished death could come as often as emotions to her, but jumping off a building or slicing your stomach open wasn't going to solve anything or cause any conflict, was it? Just like her appearance, her voice was so light yet caused a great amount of impact. As if a gust of wind that was turned into but a steady breeze. But it was just her, wasn't it?
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Dirt clung to my shoes as I ran almost daintily across the street, my head racing almost as fast as my 'beating', stoic heart. Like the pounding of hooves from that of a herd was upon my chest, I kept up my pace. Instead of panicking I accepted it, sunk into my childish thoughts and became 'one' with the herd. Fear was plucked from existance as quickly as a leaf from a tree, the growing spore becoming little much than a hindering spirit now. In the time I was wallowing in my own hollow creativity I had arrived at the similar spot I called my 'street'. A quaint although pathetic nickname for the dark alleyway infested with pests and 'purged' with the dirty water that was rarely even thought about being used. My figure straightened as I inhaled deeply; before exhaling. As if the weight of twenty pounds had been lifted off of my chest I waltz forward again, my confident stride never-faultering as I passed by an intersection.
I stopped, quite abruptly aswell to observe my surroundings. Who were the occupants that were usually inside these very alleyways? Definitely a gang, but to me it was a gang of no name. They were pathetic and a waste of time, withering away talent for their own selfish purposes. What would I, a mere child, know anyways? 'Specially one without the warm embrace of parental figures, or the loving gaze of siblings. If I knew one thing, it was that everybody and everything would only use you to amuse themselves, or to use you to get to their own goals.
The keyword here is use.
Trailing off in my own thoughts I turned to leave again, although a cough broke the silence that bestowed upon my 'egotistical' presence. I did not turn immediately, an annoyed glare spilt on my features vaguely. It quickly turned into that same faithful apathetic expression I wore so easily, almost as if placing on a mask. I moved my body around to stare at the figure.
