Broken and Remade

seaangel • 30 October 2012 at 10:24 AM

The girl made a small fire and started skinning and cooking the animals. It took awhile, but soon she was eating. There was a crunch of leaves and the girl started to run. "Gracie! Come on Gracie we won't hurt you!" Gracie kept running, jumping over logs.

"Umph." The girl mumbled as she tripped over a log. The people kept going, and picked her up and went back into the busy city.

Deleted • 30 October 2012 at 2:02 PM

A boy opened his eyes for the seventeenth day since he ran away. The first face he saw was his sister's and he sat bolt upright. After the remnants of his dream had cleared, he realized it was only the sun. With some disappointment in his heart, he knew he could only get up and keep going. Where he was planning to go, he didn't know but anywhere except here was fine. Central Park seemed deserted but after closer inspection with eyes that had cried too many tears, he could see the undervalued population of New York.
'I'm one of those people now, no more turning my nose up in disdain at them.' he chastised himself.

Voices came at him in all directions and he forced himself to go past the park that was so familiar. He could hear his mother's shouting tone when he told her he had had enough of her. Keep going Dante. He remembered his father hitting his beautiful mistaken sister. You'll save her later.

Too many wishes. Too many dreams. Too much hope. Dragged him down.

But he didn't care about those things right now, all he wanted was some food.
@seaangel

seaangel • 30 October 2012 at 2:13 PM

@fluffy

Gracie looked at someone who was clearly older then her. She could tell that he clearly didn't live at central park, but didn't live at in a house. The girl wave a bit at the boy hoping to get his attention.

She lived with another foster family, in an apartment building, that was cramped. Pushed into her room she fell hurting her ankle, but not badly. The door slammed shut, and cursing was heard on the other side of the door.

"Window." Gracie mumbled, locked and boarded. The window led to a fire escape, that she took often to get away from the 'family'.

Deleted • 30 October 2012 at 2:14 PM

@seaangel

He noticed something from the corner of his eye, a girl was waving at him. He smiled and gave a cautious wave back.

--geez, my roleplaying has gotten so crusty that I'm only typing two sentences. Please don't yell at me...

seaangel • 30 October 2012 at 2:21 PM

@fluffy It's fine. You'll get better.

"I've gotta get out." Gracie whispered as their was another slam as a bit of cold air came into her room. Thinking quick she opened her door quietly and went down the stairs out of the building the back way.

Her instincts were to go to the woods, retrive her bow and arrows, instead she went to central park, find the boy, find help.

She found a piece of paper and broken pencil. Quickly scribbling down a note she made a rough looking paper air plane and threw it. It was aiming at the same person.

Deleted • 30 October 2012 at 2:29 PM

@seaangel

Something whacked the back of Dante's hand. He turned to find a paper airplane lying on the ground. He smiled and picked it up, instinctively thinking it was from the girl who waved at him. He opened it and read what it wrote.

Looking up, he found a girl coming towards him.

seaangel • 30 October 2012 at 2:39 PM

Gracie seemed to not notice him and pretended someone called her name. She turned to follow a group of students. Blending in, and then quickly seem to disappear, really she went into a bush.

@bhersey

Deleted • 30 October 2012 at 2:40 PM

@seaangel

Slightly disappointed, but bearing with it, Dante turned away from her direction and went into a McDonalds. Taking out the money he had from fixing up old cars in the junkyard and then selling them, he bought himself a bigmac and some fries.

seaangel • 30 October 2012 at 2:55 PM

@bhersey

Gracie started to follow him, but was yanked away, a small scream emitted from her mouth. Just able to hear through the McDonald's building. Loud enough for someone to hear.

jupiter_hollow • 30 October 2012 at 3:09 PM

@fluffy

Intro

White, nicotine-laced smoke fluttered in the cold November(?) air, dissolving into nothingness as his back rested against the brittle remaints of a metallic fence. He sat on the bare frost-covered ground, one leg pulled close to his chest and the other outstretched in front of himself. He rested in tranquility, cigarette held between his fingers and dull muddy eyes staring ahead.
He did so often to escape the constant and inevitable nightmares. Gruesome death scenes tended to invade his mind every time he drifted into slumber. A puff of smoke escaped his lips, a sigh following it closely.

...Alone with his thoughts, as in all aspects of his life.

The white misty cloud veiled his face again, making him seem pale and almost transparent... a ghost on the background of the grey city. Not that he would mind being a ghost. Ghosts were peacefull, quiet-living creatures. Unlike him... He needed adrenaline, needed a thrill. No matter what, he had to be close to death to feel alive... Why did he do that while death was so much better...? Death was peacefull.

seaangel • 30 October 2012 at 3:25 PM

@jupiter_hollow
@bhersey


The girl was dragged, struggling to get free. "Let me go! Let me go!" She tried to pull free, making a commotion. Gracie even tried to just stop, planting her feet on the ground, not moving. They gave up and left, she realized she didn't know where she was.

An alley way, dark, cold. A black cat hissed at her.

jupiter_hollow • 30 October 2012 at 3:39 PM

@seaangel

The cigarette light had died out to a small lump piece of nicotine that remained in his hand and let out smoke faintly. He was still staring duly at the gray pavement below when a faint noise, carried by the wind, reached him. He'd heard a female voice ringing across the neighbourhood a few minutes ago but hadn't budged, not caring enough to bother checking it out.

Now, however, the voice came from nearby and he complied to at least turn his head to the side and look at the it's direction. He cocked his head to the side at the unfolding scene, curiosity glinting in his usually emotionless muddy pools.

A dozen figures looming above a young girl - he didn't bother straining his eyes to see the figures better, but easily recognised the girl as no older than 13, maybe even younger. Strangely, the scene made him rise to his feet (albeit slowly) and approach the smallish form with a nonchalant expression. The extinguished cigarette lay orgotten next to his metallic fence.

seaangel • 30 October 2012 at 3:42 PM

@jupiter_hollow

After the people left Gracie slid down a wall, her knees pulled in to her chest, braid coming undone. A tear slid down her cheek. Then came another and another. The girl buried her face so that it would be hidden from others.

jupiter_hollow • 30 October 2012 at 4:44 PM

@seaangel

Already halfway to the youngling, he noticed her curl up in a cocoon, sliding down the wall she was left next to. The waterworks came shortly after and with displeasure, he acknowledged - she was sad. At first, he paused in his steps, not yet managing to figure out why she was crying. The figures which were holding her down hadn't hurt her, just held her down, so why had she gotten so emotional over it. As far as morals went, the tanned man didn't know the word 'compassion'.

Without a word, he proceeded forward, hands stuck in his pockets nonchalantly as he approached. Once in front of her, he looked at the girl from above - this slight pause gave him another opportunity to ponder on his actions. But at the end, he crouched down, coming to her eye level and waiting her to lift her head.

seaangel • 30 October 2012 at 7:17 PM

@jupiter_hollow

Aware of the man's presents she quickly sliding her leg under his right foot, stalling him getting up and grabbing a wooden stick that could still give a good blow.

"Your one of them aren't you!" Gracie said a few loose strands framing her face.

hedwig68 • 31 October 2012 at 7:27 AM

@fluffy

Alex finished up the greasy burger and stood up from where she was sitting. She decided to go for a walk in Central Park, as she did everyday. She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and began to walk through the different streets of New York City until she finally came to the park. She then headed into the park.

Not too far away she noticed a boy with hazel eyes. She wondered if maybe, just maybe, he was on his own, too. She decided to find out, she slowly walked forward, her mudcaked combat boots moving slolwy as she walked.

jupiter_hollow • 31 October 2012 at 12:14 PM

@seaangel

She stood up so he rose as well, taking time to lift his form from crouching position with visible laziness. He still remained in the same position, hands in his pockets and face blank, but as Gracie grabbed a stick to defend herself, he rose his eyebrows slightly. It was visible she was shaken from the encounter with those forms, whoever they were, so he decided to play it safe, despite knowing the stick wouldn't do her good in a fight against him. Slowly, he reached forward, placed his fingers on the end of the stick and pressed it towards the ground, pulling it downwards so he could step closer safely and look into the girl's eyes.
"Who are 'they'?" He could think of nothing else to say, so he rasped out the sentence hesitantly, yet still keeping his straight face. Not only was he making a fair attempt to calm down the girl, but also reluctantly admitted to being curious - who had those people been?

seaangel • 31 October 2012 at 4:08 PM

@jupiter_hollow

Gracie had been surprised with this question. "You don't know?" She said almost silent. Her voice was quiet, filled with fright that was trying to be masked. "Foster home." She uttered.

jupiter_hollow • 31 October 2012 at 4:40 PM

@seaangel

To her question he shook his head slightly, as a negative response, and to her answer he frowned. Needless to say, his face was still blank (it hadn't changed from the beginning, despite his internal thoughts) but inside, he winced at the words. "Foster home" was something well known to him and well experienced. It meant that she was an orphan, unwanted, alone. And if she'd ran away, it also meant she wasn't happy in the foster home either. And she'd had a reason to cry.

Letting go of Gracie's stick, the boy stepped back, shaking his head to answer her very first question - he wasn't one of them, he didn't want to hurt her. Blinking nonchalantly, he looked her up from head to toe, searching for wounds, blood stains, anything that signalled to her being hurt. He found none.

"They hurt you?"

seaangel • 1 November 2012 at 4:16 PM

@jupiter_hollow

"Not bad. Nothing that would prevent me from leaving. Why do you care? No one cares." She stated plainly, no emotion at all. Her eyes were a red from crying, though the tears seemed to have dried.

jupiter_hollow • 1 November 2012 at 4:37 PM

@seaangel

Another blink.

His cocked head hung low, eyes trained on the ground where Gracie stood, looking at the worn out shoes she wore. For all he knew, she could have lied easily. And the figures from earlier - he now knew they had been her foster parents. They had chased her and tried to bring her back and even despite having witnessed it with his two eyes, here she was, assuring him she had been free to leave them.

Curiosity gnawed at his stomach, like he'd eaten something putrid, and something else seemed to tighten his chest. Brushing off the meaningless feeling, he shook his head for the third time that day and looked up with dull muddy pools.

"It was just a question." he only bothered mumbling out, emotionless voice in check, matching his eyes. An uncomfortable paused followed.

"You're alone now. Helpless... and homeless." he mentally winced at his own words. The scentence had been meant to sound questioning, not like a painful reminding.

seaangel • 1 November 2012 at 4:46 PM

"Helpless is just a word, doesn't mean I am." Gracie said blandly. "I am homeless though, but I can take care of that, I have plenty times before." She was lying, but unless you were trained, nobody could tell.

Gracie pulled out the hair tie that kept her braid together, well partially. It slowly came undone, showing small waves.

@jupiter_hollow

himaja • 1 November 2012 at 4:49 PM

@fluffy

Name: Deenie Cates
Gender:Girl
Age:16
Appearance: Avg. height, copper skin(lived in Dallas), blonde hair cut in a buzz cut with one side longer, green eyes, very pretty.
Personality: Sly but friendly. Very boyish
Special Skill: Can work with anything, loves fixing cars. She is also or used to be a gymnast.
Background: She was the daughter of two millionaires, now she is an orphan. Some angry protesters burned down the mansion and now she begs and steals food. Even though her parents were killed in a riot, they weren't bad people. They were quite generous.
Other: Lives in the forest but comes out to steal occasionally.

jupiter_hollow • 1 November 2012 at 5:00 PM

@seaangel

Not responding visibly, the boy didn't even blink and remained staring at Gracie without emotion. Within a closer look, however, his jaw had tightened visibly and the inside of his cheek was clutched between his teeth. His eyes had hardened and betrayed stern anger.

"You're lying."

Needless to say, he knew all too well that a young girl, not even at the age of 13, couldn't possibly manage taking care of herself alone in New York city, especially homeless. He wasn't in the mood of arguing with her, so he resorted to simply pointing out the obvious. She was homeless and there was nothing she could do about it. As for the word 'helpless', she didn't seem the type to know any fighting moves or the type to know how to whield a gun.

seaangel • 1 November 2012 at 5:09 PM

@jupiter_hollow

"And your good, seriously you shouldn't worry about me, I've been running away and gone to...other places," It took her moment to find a words that wouldn't tell him that she was devious, that she stole food and other things.

She turned around her back to him walking away, and then Gracie turned around. "Thanks you." The girl whispered as she disappeared around the corner.

jupiter_hollow • 1 November 2012 at 5:21 PM

Rising his eyebrows again as the girl rounded the corner, he cocked his head to the side and blinked in what seemed like nonchalancy. Not even bothering to trace her retreating form to the street, he spun lazily on his heels, beginning to walk back to his precious metalllic fence and the beaten down motorcycle that leaned onto the barely standing structure.

Once in front of the vehicle, he reached into his pocket, producing a small packet of cigarettes, keen on calming himself down with a smoke before heading away again. Now that Gracie had gone without leaving a trace, he had to stop and wonder if the little 11-year old girl had even been there or if she'd only been an ilusion caused from the lack of sleep and nicotine his organism couldn't handle. Or maybe, just maybe, he had dreamt her.

Troubled, he sighed heavily, closing his eyes and knitting his eyebrows together in anxiety, litting up a cigarette and hurriedly taking a drag from it, eager to ease his nerves with some well deserved nicotine.

@seaangel

seaangel • 1 November 2012 at 5:46 PM

@jupiter_hollow

Gracie found a hot dog vender. No money, growling stomach.

In what seemed like nothing there was yelling and cursing. Her feet went as fast as she could, trying not to get caught. The girl past the nicotine smelling guy again. The vender was angry screaming chasing after her and the stolen merchandise.

jupiter_hollow • 1 November 2012 at 5:57 PM

@seaangel

Having mounted his bike with cigarette in hand, the boy simply stood there, staring at the ground while smoking. A grind of feet against the pavement made him frown, angered that his tranqulity was once again disturbed from noises and yells. Angling his head towards the alleyway again, he saw the passing young girl...

So he hadn't imagined her!

Acting quickly, albeit calmly, he dismounted his bike, taking a step into the alley and blocking the vendor's way of running. In a normal situation, he would have simply payed the stolen merchandise, but hence the lack of money, he couldn't. Instead, he plucked the lit cigarette from between his lips and with one smooth action, pressed it into the vendor's neck, calmly mounting his motorbike and driving after Gracie as the man was left behind to scream his burn away.

In a second, he spotted the girl rounding a corner and turned as well, stopping a few meters behind her and leaning onto the handles, waiting to see if she stopped or not.

seaangel • 1 November 2012 at 6:02 PM

@jupiter_hollow

Gracie heard the bike and kept running. Quickly eating the hot dog, she climb up a ladder leading to the roof of a building. Finding a door that led to a stair case she walked in and shut the door quickly,but after that did not make another move.

jupiter_hollow • 1 November 2012 at 6:12 PM

@seaangel

She didn't stop. Typical, he though to himself, leaning on the handles for a good five minutes while waiting for the girl to arrive back down onto the street. He knew she'd seen and heard him drive after her. And since she hadn't stopped, he automatically assumed the most possible - the girl simply wanted to be left alone.

He sighed, reching into his pocket again and pulling out the packet. He'd lost two cigarettes today, one left in a puddle of water front of the fence and the other extnguished in the vendor's neck. Frowning at the packet, he tucked it back in his pocket and sighed - maybe a while without nicotine would clear his mind. He usually knew better than trying to help strangers, but for whatever reasons, his morals had acted up this time. And, inevitably, everything had blown up in his face.

Tiredly, he sighed, starting the engine of his bike and passing the house quickly, heading to a nearby cafe to fetch himself some lunch.