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Post by arienne-faith andriana valerii on Dec 19, 2010 22:18:46 GMT -5
 BLUETEARS,----------------------------------- Arienne-Faith rarely misunderstood most things. And what she did not understand at this moment was how Ridgewood was so public. All across the country, people were hiding from Resistance groups and leaders. So how in God's name could people live so plainly in sight? Was this place over run by a Resistance leader and would turn in any and all humans in this area? Krysten, Arienne's two-year-old, napped beside her mother on a pull out couch. Arienne lightly ran a hand through her daughter's copper curls. She had her father's curls... Her dead father.
Felix... Arienne stifled a sob in her throat. She wondered how her husband had died. Or whether he was dead or not. But Arienne knew better than to harness false hope. |
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Post by maj. felix leland valerii on Dec 23, 2010 10:13:37 GMT -5
 "Just a few steps more." He whispered to himself, entering what he assumed to be an empty house. No one could really tell the difference anymore. The power had gone out months ago, and yet people were still able to keep warm in the fridged weather of the New York winter. Felix held himself tightly as the wind had whipped fiercely on his bare skin. It had only been hours previous since he'd encountered one of the many resistance officers who tried to do him in, but he managed to get away as per usual. A bullet to the arm, and the loss of his belongings had seemed inevitable, but he knew he wouldn't be able to go back for them, and so he continued on. Maybe to his luck he'd be able to find a jacket in the old home.
Just one night he'd be able to stay in that home and then he'd have to move on. He had to keep moving. Staying in one place would only lead to disaster, and possibly even the death of himself. Shutting the door behind him, Felix sighed. It wasn't much warmer than the outside, but at least the wind had stopped. For a moment he leaned against the closed door, trying his best to relax just a little as he knew that he was safe for the time being. Raids only happened during the day and they rarely visited the suburban areas.
Pulling himself off the door, Felix first checked the hall closet for anything that he was able to use. There were a few items, but most of them looked like ladies jackets. He sighed and grabbed one, slinging it over his shoulders. It was better than nothing. He'd check the next couple houses in the morning. He wasn't about to hold onto that jacket forever. It probably didn't even fit properly anyway. With the warmth of the jacket helping him to relax further, Felix walked into the living room, only to spot a woman there. He could only see the back of her head, so he wasn't sure who exactly she was. Quickly, he pulled the one gun he was able to salvage from the back of his pants and turned off the safety, pointing it at her. "Who the hell are you?" He asked, hoping to God that it wasn't one of the Resistance officers. He didn't need a second encounter in the same day.
status: complete
tagged: arienne-faith
music: baby it's cold outside - chris colfer & darren criss
outfit: click
notes: it's 'bout time xD
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Post by arienne-faith andriana valerii on Dec 23, 2010 15:36:18 GMT -5
BLUETEARS,----------------------------------- Krysten slept on soundly in her arms; Arienne mused the fact that she, so little, managed to escape from the world for a mere few hours. It was frigid out side, the twenty-one-year-old recognized. And you could feel it from within the house she currently resided in. Arienne wiped the tears from her crystal eyes, narrowing them as sleep began to over take her. Krysten stirred gently beside her, so Arienne placed her daughter down onto the bed.
A small smile graced her face and she realized that amidst all this pain, she still had a reason to live. If it was one thing that the past two years had taught her, it was to have the will to survive. If Arienne understood one thing during this catastrophe was that she needed to fight for her right to live. Giving up meant death. But she guessed it depended on which you gave up on. You could give up on life, and be done with it. Or... You could give up on someone else and move on.
She once read that giving up didn't always mean that you were weak, something it meant that you were strong enough to let go.
A rustle of movement was heard directly behind and before Arienne had time to react, a loud voice broke the silence of the night. "Who the hell are you?"
Did she dare turn around and face the gun she had heard cock? Was she willing to risk her life for her own curiousity? Hesitantly, Arienne bent down and grasped her daughter tightly in her arms. She let her copper hair mask her face before slowly standing up. She had to lie to this person. No doubt it was a Resistance member.
"My name is Arabelle. And I would advise you to get out of my house right now before I shoot. Resistance members will ambush you the minute you pull the trigger." |
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