This is something I wrote on my gaia account for a roleplay, it’s not really that good, or long but I thought it would be better than another rant about why I’m no good on the phone.
Eva Valeria Vladescu
Sorrow leaves me cold and torn,
Staring at pale Winter’s sky;
Forgotten love a whisper’s scorn,
These wounds I’ve failed to hide.
Such broken legacies remain,
From disconcerted lullabies;
Gray paintings all left in disdain,
On this somber winter’s night.
Your golden eyes have saved me,
From all that once was I,
Now only you can break me,
If this heart be what you deny.
I feel the warmth your lips do bring
The sirens too did sway;
Take flight with angelic wings,
Neither truth nor lie can stay.
These scars of my obsession,
Bleed and burn with decay;
Endless winter beholds this sin,
For lovers are but runaways.
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The air was cold and bitter, especially for April and the windows in this building were all but nonexistent. drip, drip, drip The smell of sawdust and old motor oil wafted up into her nose and the floor was cold, hard and damp beneath her. Drip, drip, drip. She knew that the sun would rise soon enough and she would have to leave her cover for the night, but with the wind whipping around and the rain slashing against the roof she dread the thought. Drip, drip, drip. Damn it, she had checked the roof before she settled in last night, where the hell was that dripping noise coming from. She lifted her damp hair off of the concrete floor; her clothes were all but plastered against her body. Her body struggled against her, clinging to the last wisps of sleep but she forced herself up hoping that her legs would support her. She stretched her arms and legs reaching out in front of her, her head pointing towards the sky. Drip, Drip, Drip. The cold water hit her square in the face; above her she saw the culprit. A sky light with a very visible crack in its surface was funneling a constant stream of water into the building.
Eva shivered, her eyes fluttering opening and her teeth chattering uncontrollably. She stood up, her knees shaking under her a result of fatigue and hunger. She dredged towards the large metal door, the one that had so conveniently come “unlocked” last night. She opened it a sliver and peered outside, it was hard to see through the sheets of rain but she was able to make out shapes along the street; a broken down car, a dumpster, a couple of boxes full of old pots and pans. A thought clicked in her mind, she opened the door and made a mad dash for the boxes. Scooped up as much as she could carry and dashed back to the door. She was now soaked to the bone and her high-tops squeaked along the floor she found the source of the dripping and set a pot directly beneath it. Now instead of a dripping noise it was more like a metal thwang. She looked around her at the pieces of scrap metal and few broken crates.
Her cardboard mat was slush beneath her feet, and there was no way she was getting back to sleep now. Eva sighed and looked around once more, there was no reason to stay here soon enough the building inspectors would come around looking for squatters. She walked over to the only dry spot in the building, a small hole in the wall. There she grabbed her canvas bag and the only clean piece of clothing she had left; her black hoodie. Pulling it on over her head she breathed in the smell of the vanilla fabric softener and for just a minute imagined being back at home laughing and helping her dad fold laundry. Remembering the curve of his nose and the way his forehead crinkled when he laughed, she snapped to right away. There was no reason to remember him, he was gone. She walked back over to the door and with one last backwards glance she headed out into the rain.
The wind whipped harder the minute Eva stepped outside, causing the rain to become like needles pricking her skin. She pulled the stretched out sleeves down over her hands to keep them from freezing. The sky was filled with layer upon layer of thick dark clouds. The clouds prevented any rays of light from shining through, and so the streets around Eva were almost as black as night. Above her a street light flickered, a buzzing sound began getting louder and louder as the street lamp flickered more widely. The wind picked up adding a loud moaning in with the buzzing. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but it was already to late, something like an explosion occurred above her and within seconds, glass was tinkling down around her like a waterfall. She threw her arms over her face and crouched down, the glass still raining down. The last pieces fell beside her. Eva counted to ten before she stood up and shook loose shards from her hood. Now looking around the streets were completely dark, all the light had been coming from that single streetlamp.
Eva breathed out, unaware that she’d been holding her breath. She began to trudge forward, one foot in front of the other. Glass crunching beneath her feet, she moved towards the sidewalk. The emptiness around her was nothing new and now that she was on the sidewalk filled with weeds and dead leaves; the only noise was from the howling of the wind and the soft pitter patter of the rain. Walking for what seemed like an endless amount of time, Eva turned onto a main street, still mostly abandoned. The street was overrun with trees that hung over her like a sort of makeshift roof and creating a vast amount of shadows. At the other end of the street Eva heard the sound of tires on the wet road, she pushed herself backwards against a fence turning her head down and blending into the shadows. The car passed her without ever slowing.
She began walking again, cautious to every noise around her, but there was nothing, and that’s the way she liked it. She’d been living on the streets for almost 3 months now, but she had learned a few things quickly. Things like, don’t go into building if they have a light on. Chances are there are already people who have claimed the land or the fact that if a person seemed too good to be true then they probably were. Like the week she had spent at the homeless shelter, and the lady in her mid 30’s who had been extremely nice to Eva. Until the one afternoon she showed up for lunch and child services was waiting at the front of the building. If it hadn’t been for that tree down on main street, and the fact that she had to take a bunch of back roads to get to the building – which caused her to be late for lunch – she might have been taken away right then. But she’d been smarter since then, never giving out her real name, never staying in one neighborhood to long, and always moving around. Ahahaha! Always moving around, that was the reason she had run away from her family in the first place. Always getting settled in and getting adjusted just to be uprooted again at the drop of a hat.
Eva stepped into a large puddle, she had gotten lost in her thought again, something that seemed to be happening more and more these days. The mud and water splashed up to her knees causing a new wave of shivering to explode through her body. She jumped back, the cold water shocking her system. Goosebumps covered her flesh, and her head whipped backwards smashing into a tree. She knew that it would most likely leave a mark but she had to keep moving, the rain was starting to lighten up, although the wind was relentless and soon enough the outside world would begin waking up. She quickened her pace, sticking to the far side of the sidewalk know, away from the road. The only thing she could hear was the throbbing part of her head. She did a mental check on it seeing how big of a bruise it would leave or whether it would cause a goose egg. The pain seemed to be coming from an area about the size of an orange and was located right near the back of her head. She raised her fingers and brushed against it softly, she winced as pain shot instantly through her veins. Son of a Bitch.
She dropped her hand, and allowed the pain to subside but not vanish. She kept walking every now and then lightly touching her head; it wasn’t until she heard a twig snap behind her that she realized she wasn’t alone anymore. She glanced behind her, slowing down only a fraction of her pace but it was just enough to see the shadow of someone looming a few feet away. The shadow stopped, pulled the sleeve of its coat up and seemed to be looking at its wrist. Eva could make out the lines of its body; it seemed to be about 6 foot 2 with a muscular build, definitely male. He was wearing combat boots, dark jeans and a black coat. It was when Eva turned her face up towards his, that she noticed he was no longer staring at his watch. Instead his dark eyes were focused directly on hers, his lips lifted up into a sort of menacing half-smile, like something she had done was funny, but only he got the joke. It was now that reality hit her in the face. She was in danger, standing a mere couple of feet from a stranger, and inside her something was telling her to run.
She didn’t move.
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