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Post by Seraphine Fletcher on May 28, 2008 20:24:09 GMT -5
Sera rode her way up in the elevator, her heart beating in her throat the whole way up. The bodies milling around her made it hard to see out the glass window, and the annoying speech the tour guide was giving made her popping ears ache. It seemed like an eternity before the elevator doors opened up and let the anxious crowd out. Sera was the last one out, her weak knees finally carrying her out to what she knew would seem like her worst nightmare.A cool breeze confronted her first thing out of the elevator. The second thing that she met was a view of the Seattle skyline, but it just wasn't the same as the view from the Empire. Heels clicked on the metal floor of the observatory deck. Hazel eyes watered, but it wasn't from the wind. She knew going up here would bring back memories of her beloved NYC and she would want to go back more than anything in the world.. but she couldn't.
Dark auburn hair twisted and flailed in the wind, and her thin jacket wasn't warm at all. Her dark washed skinny jeans were about the warmest article clothing she had on. Goosebumps rose up on her arms and her teeth began to chatter. Sera was absolutely miserable. And to make it all worse.. it began to drizzle! She sighed but made her way toward the railing and fence that surrounded the observatory deck. She peered out over the water and tears began streaming down her face, along with her eyeliner and mascara. You would think after she moved to Seattle she would have bought waterproof mascara.. wrong!
So there she stood.. in the rain and cold.. crying because she missed New York. She missed it's lights, it's people, it's comforts.. and most of all.. she missed her life..
She was just a sad little girl missing her big city lights..
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Post by Kadea Glenn on May 30, 2008 22:37:13 GMT -5
life's like an hourglass glued to the table
The young woman stood at the back of the elevator, working hard to be inconspicuous...Just like always. Kadea tried to stay out of the awy, worked hard not to be noticed. Life was just so much easier when people took no notice of her. And she didn't need them to take notice. Why would she? She had her brother. What more could a person need? She never had understood all the girls that went out at night and tried to call attention to themselves. Just stay out of the way. Going unnoticed, to Kadea's way of thinking, seemed the easiest way to keep herself safe. If no one ever took notice of her, how could they harm her? And Lord knew people had hurt her.
She heaved a sigh as she filed out the elevator, aware that there was one more person behind her. She ignored the other girl's presence as she wandered to the edge of the observation deck, leaning against the railing and gazing out over the city.
Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail high on the back of her head. A black, shortsleeved teeshirt with a turquoise blue heart on it was worn, along with black, baggy jeans and black and teal Etnies. She wrinkled her nose a bit as it started to rain, but she ignored the droplets pelting her bare arms. "This is Seattle babe, you better get used to the rain." At first you might have thought she was talking to herself, but were you to look up, you would realize that her eyes were trained on the girl who'd followed her out of the elevator. She hadn't even really noticed the dark haired young woman, until she shivered.
There was concern in the girl's blue eyes as she regarded the other from under thick lashes. "You ok?" she asked, her head tipped to the side, giving her a sweet, attentive look. She wasn't sure why she was even speaking to this chick. Wasn't her goal in life to remain completely unnoticed by anyone and everyone? And yet here she was, striking up conversation. She heaved a bit of a sigh, her gaze turning back over the city, parts of it hidden by dark clouds that rolled and billowed, blown by the wind. It was bound to rain, soon. Harder than it already was, anyway. Kadea cursed. She hated the ra in. Why did Kodee have to choose Seattle, of all places? The one place in the country that it seemed to rain constantly....
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Post by Seraphine Fletcher on May 30, 2008 23:25:39 GMT -5
Sera was lost in her own thoughts. Pictures of Time Square, Broadway, and the Statue pf Liberty danced behind her eyes like a silent movie. Tears continued to streak down her already wet cheeks and drip onto the arms of her thin denim jacket. Hazel eyes seemed lost out at sea, but she heard something in the distance....
It seemed to echo in her mind before she realized she had just been asked a question. "You ok?". Her eyes snapped from the water to a girl at her side. She looked at her in a slightly confused manner, before she realized she was still crying and to a stranger she could have looked a little shaken. Taking the sleeve of her jacket she wiped away the tears and placed a fake happy smile on her face. "Oh yeah.. I'm fine.. thanks though." She sniffled once and turned back to the city landscape stretched out before her.
She had gotten to the point where the drizzle (which seemed to unrelenting at this point) didn't bother her, and all she could think about was her brother. The poor boy was dying and here she stood, crying because she missed her hometown. What a selfish bitch! Sera scowled and rubbed her temples with her pointer fingers. She had to visit him this week, but every visit he seemed worse and worse. She knew he wasn't going to get better, but she just hated seeing him this way. He was only 16 for god sakes! This thoughts made her colder then before. How could this be hapening to him? She began walking back toward the gift shop, but turned back around to take in the view again.
Everything seemed to fall into perspective.
No she couldn't go back to New York.
Her brother was dying.
And she was going to have to get used to Seattle..
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Post by Kadea Glenn on May 31, 2008 0:24:16 GMT -5
life's like an hourglass glued to the table
Kadea shrugged a bit. The girl wasn't apt to talk to a complete stranger. What had she been thinking? Her gaze again turned to sweep the city.
Kadea, rather to her disgust, found that the city was rather growing on her. It was a rather pretty place, despite the nastiness of the rain. She was slowly adjusting. Besides, basically the only person that kept her sane was here.
Kadea couldn't hardly imagine life without her twin. She'd go crazy. She could bitterly recount about 5 times throughout the years that she would have killed herself if Kodee hadn't been there. Well, maybe not that many. But didn't being raped practically count for that much?
She heaved a sigh. Kadea could be a drama queen sometimes, but her past wasn't usually one of those things she was overly dramatic about. Unless she was stressed and then she could be very dramatic.
She glanced at the girl and a lopsided smile tugged at her pale lips. "Yep, you're just dandy" she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice when the girl turned back. It wasn't rude or mean or anything. It just said she was calling the girl's bluff. "I suppose I should stop being rude. I'm Kadea Glenn" she said. She didn't offer her hand as the girl wasn't really close enough and she wasn't sure hat was going through the other's head and Kadea rather figured she was probably already pushing her limits. She wasn't even sure where her burst of extroverted-ness had come from. Usually she tried her best to keep to herself, but..Oh well. It was done. She coudl hardly take her words back and just blow the girl off now...
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Post by Seraphine Fletcher on Jun 1, 2008 11:43:51 GMT -5
Sera was about to walk back to the elevator when she heard someone call out. Probably the same girl from before. She turned around and smiled. For real this time. She walked back toward the girl and laughed lightly. "Yeah, I'll be fine now. Just had to get it out of my system. Her smile dimmed to a small grin as she took in the city scape around her once again. It hurt every time she did, but she would live. She had to live. She had no other choice. When the girl spoke again, this time stating her name she nodded. Her long wet tendrils of once curled hair lay limp on her shoulders, soaking her shirt. "It's nice to meet you Kadea. I'm Seraphine. But you can call me Sera." She smiled and extended a hand to Kadea. A cool wind whipped up sending a new bout of shivers through Sera, and it began to drizzle again. She would never get used to the rain. That was for certain. But she had to make sacrifices, and she knew she wouldn't be here for long, so might as well make the best of it. She looked up at the gray sky and frowned. All of her make-up was now gone, and her hair was a wet mass. This was just dandy. Does it ever stop raining??" She laughed lightly as she asked. It seemed like it never would. Day or night.. it seemed like it was always raining. Her denim jacket was nearly drenched, and her skinny jeans as well. With their dark wash they looked almost black with added water. Her flats didn't offer must protection from the wetness either. She would have to stop being the New Yorker and become a Seattler.. wardrobe and everything. Sera shivered at the thought of herself in boots flashed in her mind.. oh the horror.. |
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Post by Kadea Glenn on Jun 2, 2008 19:26:21 GMT -5
life's like an hourglass glued to the table
She glanced over her shoulder, a bit surprised that the girl had come back. Yeah, I'll be fine now. Just had to get that out of my system. Kadea gave a "been there, done that" smile. "Yeah, I know how that goes." she said with a slight nod. She offered an open smile.
"Pleased to meet you, Sera" she said with a nod. Does it ever stop raining? Kadea laughed a bit. "Sometimes" she responded. "But not often. You get used to the rain after a while. Believe me, I hated it more than you, I can garantee" she smirked. She had soo loathed the rain when she first came to Seattle...
She had to laugh at herself a bit. She talked like she had just been here for years and years, when really it had only been a couple of months. It felt like a lot longer, though.
She glanced curiously at Sera. "So, how long have you been here Sera?" she asked curiously, seemingly oblivious to the rain.
She was adjusting. She hadn't thought she would adjust so fast, and yet she had. It was definitely a good thing. She didn't much like being miserable about the rain. She didn't much like being miserable about anything, but she doubted other people liked it much either. That was why it was "miserable."
((OOC: Meh. Sorry. Super short. Muse is dead. But it's something to reply to, I guess. Sorry again.))
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Post by Seraphine Fletcher on Jun 2, 2008 21:00:01 GMT -5
i want my N E W Y O R K C I T Y lights.. Sera smiled and just let the rain fall. She couldn't stop it so why bother hating it?
ooc- no muse.. starving.. reply tomorrow.. sorry |
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