Post by Crissatha Pandora on Dec 10, 2010 22:06:34 GMT -5
THUNK!
That was the noise of a head hitting glass.
Yeah, you read right, head hitting glass. There was this bizarre little aquarium type thing that was just off the dining room in the Royal Towers. It went down a bit and then it was kind of like a cave. The best room was the one that was farthest in. It was like this little cave slash cove thing, and it curved all around. There was no light except for the light that was shining through the water, giving the whole place this mysterious feel, making light shine of the fledgling’s face and waver around as the water filtered through it to make it look completely trippy. Because of the hour at night, no one was around here. It was just her, and no one else. And that was how she liked it. The humans who inhabited this place were all sleeping. And her fellow fledglings were, from what she gathered, all out exploring the island like she had been these past few days.
She should be happy. She really should and she knew it.
She was finally dating Justin. I know, finally dating him, even she could admit it was bizarre that it had taken this long. It had mainly been her own denial and fear that it would go wrong because it always did. She always ended up picking boys that abused her. And therein lay another of her bizarre fears. Justin wasn’t like the other boys that she usually liked. He was beyond different from the rest of them, and that in itself scared the hell out of her too. She wasn’t used to liking boys like him so she had denied it for so long, pushing it off and pretending that it didn’t exist even when everyone around her insisted that it was true and they should just give in to it already.
Cris straightened up a bit where she was, sitting up a little. She was currently sitting cross legged on the floor right up close to the glass in this little cove like place. Okay, so technically it was called The Dig…or actually the section she was in was called Ruin’s Lagoon. But whatever, did it matter? It didn’t. She was comfy here because she was alone. Well, mostly alone. There were still the fish. To be more exact, there were the stingray. These things were twice her size, if not more than that. They were huge. And so peaceful seeming even if I knew it wasn’t true that they were exactly peaceful or whatever. It didn’t matter. They seemed to just glide through the water like they were flying, and everytime one passed so close to the glass, Cris’s breath caught in her throat a little bit. It was just…pretty peaceful.
She needed peaceful.
She was trying to be happy, it just wasn’t working. So she needed time to herself right then, time away from all of this. She needed to breathe. Why? Because she felt horrible. She should be happy, but she was far from happy. She should be happy because she was with Justin finally, right? She should be a giddy little ball of happy, and usually she was, usually she could simply rejoice in the fact that she was with a boy who she didn’t think would hurt her for once. But every time she fouond herself really getting happy about it…she’d want to run and tell someone very important to her, someone special who should know above all else because the three of them were so close…but she couldn’t.
She shouldn’t have come to Atlantis. She should have stayed home…just in case…she shouldn’t be here. What if Ki woke up while she was here? What if Ki needed her or something? How could she be happen when her best friend was in a coma? How could she rejoice over being happy when everytime she tried…she wanted to tell her best friend only to remember that her twin was in a coma. Back home. Millions of miles and an ocean or two away from her. She should have stayed home.
THUNK!
Head to glass. Again.
She had wracked her brain constantly for ways to make it better. For ways to get Ki out of this stupid thing. For the first week Ki had been in the coma Cris had been there…night and day, telling Ki everything she was missing. They said that coma patients could still hear you, and Cris knew Ki would hate to be left out of any form of gossip like that. She wouldn’t like being left out of the loop. So Cris went all the time.
After that week, it had been too much. The icy girl had retreated to her room, the room that Ki should be filling half of, and started to play her guitar.
Then she had found Li and had focused on pretending that nothing was wrong. Than she had turned to pretending. Focusing her attention on something else.
She was back to wallowing now.
She shouldn’t be here, not when Ki was back at the House of Night. Cris tried to play off that she was fine, that she wasn’t hurting. She didn’t want people worrying about her.
Or the black hole of sadness that she pushed down every day until it threatened to explode and destroy her.
Comments: Open to anyone who can get her to talk!
That was the noise of a head hitting glass.
Yeah, you read right, head hitting glass. There was this bizarre little aquarium type thing that was just off the dining room in the Royal Towers. It went down a bit and then it was kind of like a cave. The best room was the one that was farthest in. It was like this little cave slash cove thing, and it curved all around. There was no light except for the light that was shining through the water, giving the whole place this mysterious feel, making light shine of the fledgling’s face and waver around as the water filtered through it to make it look completely trippy. Because of the hour at night, no one was around here. It was just her, and no one else. And that was how she liked it. The humans who inhabited this place were all sleeping. And her fellow fledglings were, from what she gathered, all out exploring the island like she had been these past few days.
She should be happy. She really should and she knew it.
She was finally dating Justin. I know, finally dating him, even she could admit it was bizarre that it had taken this long. It had mainly been her own denial and fear that it would go wrong because it always did. She always ended up picking boys that abused her. And therein lay another of her bizarre fears. Justin wasn’t like the other boys that she usually liked. He was beyond different from the rest of them, and that in itself scared the hell out of her too. She wasn’t used to liking boys like him so she had denied it for so long, pushing it off and pretending that it didn’t exist even when everyone around her insisted that it was true and they should just give in to it already.
Cris straightened up a bit where she was, sitting up a little. She was currently sitting cross legged on the floor right up close to the glass in this little cove like place. Okay, so technically it was called The Dig…or actually the section she was in was called Ruin’s Lagoon. But whatever, did it matter? It didn’t. She was comfy here because she was alone. Well, mostly alone. There were still the fish. To be more exact, there were the stingray. These things were twice her size, if not more than that. They were huge. And so peaceful seeming even if I knew it wasn’t true that they were exactly peaceful or whatever. It didn’t matter. They seemed to just glide through the water like they were flying, and everytime one passed so close to the glass, Cris’s breath caught in her throat a little bit. It was just…pretty peaceful.
She needed peaceful.
She was trying to be happy, it just wasn’t working. So she needed time to herself right then, time away from all of this. She needed to breathe. Why? Because she felt horrible. She should be happy, but she was far from happy. She should be happy because she was with Justin finally, right? She should be a giddy little ball of happy, and usually she was, usually she could simply rejoice in the fact that she was with a boy who she didn’t think would hurt her for once. But every time she fouond herself really getting happy about it…she’d want to run and tell someone very important to her, someone special who should know above all else because the three of them were so close…but she couldn’t.
She shouldn’t have come to Atlantis. She should have stayed home…just in case…she shouldn’t be here. What if Ki woke up while she was here? What if Ki needed her or something? How could she be happen when her best friend was in a coma? How could she rejoice over being happy when everytime she tried…she wanted to tell her best friend only to remember that her twin was in a coma. Back home. Millions of miles and an ocean or two away from her. She should have stayed home.
THUNK!
Head to glass. Again.
She had wracked her brain constantly for ways to make it better. For ways to get Ki out of this stupid thing. For the first week Ki had been in the coma Cris had been there…night and day, telling Ki everything she was missing. They said that coma patients could still hear you, and Cris knew Ki would hate to be left out of any form of gossip like that. She wouldn’t like being left out of the loop. So Cris went all the time.
After that week, it had been too much. The icy girl had retreated to her room, the room that Ki should be filling half of, and started to play her guitar.
Then she had found Li and had focused on pretending that nothing was wrong. Than she had turned to pretending. Focusing her attention on something else.
She was back to wallowing now.
She shouldn’t be here, not when Ki was back at the House of Night. Cris tried to play off that she was fine, that she wasn’t hurting. She didn’t want people worrying about her.
Or the black hole of sadness that she pushed down every day until it threatened to explode and destroy her.
Comments: Open to anyone who can get her to talk!
