Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 12, 2016 20:45:47 GMT -5
YOU SURRENDER YOUR HEART, I SURRENDER EVERY DREAM
EVERY WEAPON YOU'VE GOT, EVERY SECRET THAT I KEEP
YOU CAN FIGHT THIS ALL YOU WANT
BUT TONIGHT BELONGS TO ME
EVERY WEAPON YOU'VE GOT, EVERY SECRET THAT I KEEP
YOU CAN FIGHT THIS ALL YOU WANT
BUT TONIGHT BELONGS TO ME
Vivi usually didn’t care too much what people said about her until they started whispering.
Ever since shit hit the fan, living had become harder. She couldn’t find steady work, so she took up odd jobs around the city—some of them being pretty shady. That, and the increasing difficulty to find something to eat or even somewhere peaceful to sleep would wear on most people pretty quickly.
The girl had been staying in motels, renting space in people’s crappy apartments, or anywhere else that she could pay cash and wouldn’t be asked too many questions. As things where, she had been renting her own room in a rundown apartment complex for some time without trouble. Until a week ago, at least. She was in the cramped kitchenette in her motel room, running sink water over head fingers. They were slick with blood. Of course, right at that moment a cleaner decided to bust into her room, clearing the flimsy lock without much effort.
Must’ve been one nosy guy. Honestly, the blood could be there for a number of reasons but nooooo. He gave her an odd look, proceeded to "go about his business", and days later there were rumors circulating about the building that there was a murderous teen girl living there. The next week, when people starting writing and carving venomous things into her door and staring at her as she walked past them in the halls, she decided it was probably time to change location. Part of her wondered why they were being so weird about the situation. This was district five-five-two, the place was full of violence for christ’s sake. But perhaps they had it in their head the motel was a safe haven they needed to chase all filth out of with pitch forks. Way to drag yourself down to the level folks you're avoiding.
But back to the whispering--that evening, Vivi heard a group planning to ransack her room and ‘chase the trouble maker out’. While she probably had a good chance holding her own against them, she really didn’t want a reputation for hurting people. So as the sun was beginning to set, Vivi packed what few belongings she had in a backpack and stuffed her hair into a black beanie just as the sound of multiple footsteps and voices sounded from outside her room. While the situation got her blood pumping, Vivi knew she would be fine.
She came from a strong line of lunatics, after all.
So the purple haired girl slid open the window and lowered herself outside. Her toes rested on a ledge of the window below, and she gripped the gutter pipe along the wall of the building. The sound of the door to her room being busted in reached her ears, and she quickly set to work at climbing down to the road. Vivi was about four stories up, the natural light was progressively getting dimmer, and the side of the building was oddly damp.
One bad move and she could go tumbling down to the street below… and while she had some faith she’d survive it, Vivi still wasn’t too big on the idea. As she climbed down the building, an awful mental image went through her mind. Her falling body smashing against a car’s windshield, and some annoyed commuter trying to push her off with the wipers. Vivi snickered softly in the growing darkness. …How mature of her. Fortunately she was over a sidewalk and there really weren't many cars in the area to speak of.
With one of her key features—her purple hair—tucked into a hat, the ex-pillar wouldn’t likely be recognizable to anyone below, perhaps not even noticed. But to the girl's misfortune, one of the ledges gave way beneath her feet and chunks of the material went raining down into the sidewalk below. Vivi yelped and fell a few feet before gripping onto the drain pipe and resting one foot on another window sill. Her other foot hung out in open air, and she swayed dangerously as she tried to keep her balance. To make things worse, two men leaned out of the window of her room spouting curses and hurled an empty beer bottle at her head. The object barely missed her—Vivi just managed to jerk her head aside, and it brushed against her hat. ...These guys were really freak’n rude.
(OOC: This turned out pretty long, so to whoever decides to join--don't worry about matching my word count. 8,)) Please give me enough to work with though~! )
Ever since shit hit the fan, living had become harder. She couldn’t find steady work, so she took up odd jobs around the city—some of them being pretty shady. That, and the increasing difficulty to find something to eat or even somewhere peaceful to sleep would wear on most people pretty quickly.
The girl had been staying in motels, renting space in people’s crappy apartments, or anywhere else that she could pay cash and wouldn’t be asked too many questions. As things where, she had been renting her own room in a rundown apartment complex for some time without trouble. Until a week ago, at least. She was in the cramped kitchenette in her motel room, running sink water over head fingers. They were slick with blood. Of course, right at that moment a cleaner decided to bust into her room, clearing the flimsy lock without much effort.
Must’ve been one nosy guy. Honestly, the blood could be there for a number of reasons but nooooo. He gave her an odd look, proceeded to "go about his business", and days later there were rumors circulating about the building that there was a murderous teen girl living there. The next week, when people starting writing and carving venomous things into her door and staring at her as she walked past them in the halls, she decided it was probably time to change location. Part of her wondered why they were being so weird about the situation. This was district five-five-two, the place was full of violence for christ’s sake. But perhaps they had it in their head the motel was a safe haven they needed to chase all filth out of with pitch forks. Way to drag yourself down to the level folks you're avoiding.
But back to the whispering--that evening, Vivi heard a group planning to ransack her room and ‘chase the trouble maker out’. While she probably had a good chance holding her own against them, she really didn’t want a reputation for hurting people. So as the sun was beginning to set, Vivi packed what few belongings she had in a backpack and stuffed her hair into a black beanie just as the sound of multiple footsteps and voices sounded from outside her room. While the situation got her blood pumping, Vivi knew she would be fine.
She came from a strong line of lunatics, after all.
So the purple haired girl slid open the window and lowered herself outside. Her toes rested on a ledge of the window below, and she gripped the gutter pipe along the wall of the building. The sound of the door to her room being busted in reached her ears, and she quickly set to work at climbing down to the road. Vivi was about four stories up, the natural light was progressively getting dimmer, and the side of the building was oddly damp.
One bad move and she could go tumbling down to the street below… and while she had some faith she’d survive it, Vivi still wasn’t too big on the idea. As she climbed down the building, an awful mental image went through her mind. Her falling body smashing against a car’s windshield, and some annoyed commuter trying to push her off with the wipers. Vivi snickered softly in the growing darkness. …How mature of her. Fortunately she was over a sidewalk and there really weren't many cars in the area to speak of.
With one of her key features—her purple hair—tucked into a hat, the ex-pillar wouldn’t likely be recognizable to anyone below, perhaps not even noticed. But to the girl's misfortune, one of the ledges gave way beneath her feet and chunks of the material went raining down into the sidewalk below. Vivi yelped and fell a few feet before gripping onto the drain pipe and resting one foot on another window sill. Her other foot hung out in open air, and she swayed dangerously as she tried to keep her balance. To make things worse, two men leaned out of the window of her room spouting curses and hurled an empty beer bottle at her head. The object barely missed her—Vivi just managed to jerk her head aside, and it brushed against her hat. ...These guys were really freak’n rude.
(OOC: This turned out pretty long, so to whoever decides to join--don't worry about matching my word count. 8,)) Please give me enough to work with though~! )
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
