M--can't tread this water

Selene Vansenza · 03-23-2012, 09:09 PM

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Amy lol...Selene=lunatic NO POSTING ORDER. Tongue

Oh she hated this. Solitude and the deranged side effects that commonly frequented the small hybrid. Sleeplessness. The refusal to eat. At least she had found pretty things. The shorts she had plundered through the piles of varied treasures in the city had been completed by an almost translucent black fabric, adorned with a majestic rearing white cobra, like a skirt...But not quite. Her sword stay hung at her left thigh, protection just in case. Beauty wasn't the thought here, the angry scars that marred her black-booted legs were just too much to bear. Shirts and blouses...What was the point? It had been a couple of days now, from not seeing her beloved. The previous night, the coydog had indulged herself by burrowing herself into a pile of clothing, throwing the words around her head. He still cared...Maybe. He still wanted her...Could be. Strangely, those words comforted her. Did he keep her in his thoughts? Maybe she can assure herself. Maybe he did. Maybe he was going to return to her. Maybe right now he was thinking of her. The red-eyed woman did not know, those questions just didn't scatter or disappear.. The effects after the raid and after Isa had left even an invisible scar amongst the young woman, a scar not physically seen. But a scar of fear, of worry. That Hadley was just going to abandon her after all this. How could he not see that her whole life, was for him? He wasn't going to leave her...He just couldn't. He said he loved her right?

Sel didn't even pay much attention to the dull grey backdrop of the late evening, or the different stores that long ago she would have plundered and taken precious goods from. It wasn't really worth it any more. Just the clothing, that was all that it was really worth. Delicate paws stepped lightly down the cracked and grey street, a sigh upon her lips. He's just gone for a little while... Selene told herself, fighting the worry and emotions, shoving the feeling of abandonment behind her. But what was there to do? To amuse herself? Not much. To the Italian's delight, there was a liquor store. Sitting there just for her wandering soul to take up the numbing nourishment. Tail waving, Selene pushed her way through the cracked window-like door, almost gagging at the scent of sour wine. It was a mess, many bottles broken and the precious liquid strewn in red rivulets down the slick surface of the floor. "Wonderful." Sel breathed sarcastically, stepping lightly over sharp shards of the shattered bottles. Just a while ago, the taste of the burning liquor was something to be disgusted, after Hadley left for a little while it had technically became her good friend and comfort. There was nothing to hold onto! How was she to know he was doing alright? The sighing coydog found the tall racks of wine, looking up at her store of free booze. Most were intact, and almost greedily the black gloved hands reached for the savory beverages. She took as many as she could carry. Four. Two held precariously in each hand. The young woman left the store behind her, her short skirt billowing softly in the wind behind her as she left it behind.

Selene had found her safety in an old motel, pushing her way into a room that seemed to be uninhabited. She threw the bottles on the bed, a happy relaxed sound whooshing from her lungs. She left the door open, not expecting any visitors or unwanted guests. They'd know better not to trespass right? In an exhausted display, the Optime woman threw her sword to the floor by the cracked window in the room, away from the door from any thieves. How she missed Hadley, how she wanted to show him this room and share it. But he was off alone, much to her dismay. What ways was there to keep entertained? Who was there around to hold and be happy with? What was there to do? Scarring arms wrapped around her upper body, keeping herself in a self-embrace. Hadley's were much better though. Reaching over, small hands popped the top off one of the wine bottles, throwing the cork away in the corner of the room. Lifting the bottle to her lips, Sel indulged herself in the alcohol, feeling it burn all the way down her throat. Those bottles of sickly red wine: Those were her obligation that night. Her relief of worry and boredom.

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