Post by ÉLODIE ROUX on Aug 24, 2010 22:10:44 GMT
[first lets pretend there's pretty codes, second she's wearing the dress from her sig.]
She stirred.
The unrelenting nightmare that surrounded her mind and kept her eyes shut tight didn’t bother with an apology as the darkness continued to engulf her. There was endless falling and a booming voice from all around; it called out to her as she tossed and turned in her bed, sweat dripping from her brow as she moved onto her back. A slender hand came up and then went crashing down on top of her face with a dull ‘thwack’; she heard the sound reverberating through the dream. Oh, how she wished that she could wake up and that these never-ending nightmares would cease to be the bane of her existence. All it was, was darkness, the falling and the booming voice – then when she woke up; the feeling of being inebriated without having alcohol. It was a strange feeling for sure and the girl often found herself wondering ‘why me?’ and ‘what did I do deserve these nightmares?’ The truth was lost; never going to be found – not even the professionals had been able to give her appropriate answers for her dilemma; they just preferred to give her pills to stop them, not caring that they never worked. To them, she was just another girl with just another problem not worth even going into detail with; a waste of their valuable time with a meaningless problem. They had plenty of other people to deal with that had problems worthy of their time. Nightmares were none of their concern, everyone had them, it was not uncommon/unheard of, and she just had to deal. But surely the nightmares had some sort of meaning, they were consistent. Every single night they occurred, every single freaking night.
Everything went silent.
A sudden drop. A dull ‘thud’; and a small ‘oof’. The girl found herself laying flat on the floor of her room tangled in the covers. The nightmare, finally, had ended and she was awake. Mysterious green eyes flew open and searched the tour bus, looking wildly to make sure that the nightmare had ended. Once satisfied that she was awake – well, after having to pinch herself to make sure; the girl lifted herself off of the cold floor and sat herself down on the edge of the bed, still tangled in the covers. Slender fingers rushed through dirty blonde coloured hair as a small sigh escaped her pink tinged lips. What time was it? She had no idea and didn’t bother to look over at her digital alarm clock as she rose from the bed, allowing the covers to fall around her feet. Stepping out of them carefully, the twenty two year old padded through the room to the bathroom – the joys of having a room to herself meant that she didn’t have to share a bathroom – stopping briefly to grab a towel from the small closet next to the bathroom. There was little light in the room because the curtains were all still closed. Entering the small space, she locked the door behind her and immediately turned on the water, allowing it to heat up so much that the bathroom steamed in a matter of minutes. Yes, just the way she liked it. Taking a deep breath, the con artist stripped out of her pyjama’s and stepped under the running water, allowing for it to cascade over her body and down her back; soaking her hair thoroughly before she even thought about grabbing the soapl. It didn’t take long – it never did, but she washed, rinsed, rinsed, rinsed and shut off the water, stepping out of the shower before wrapping the towel around her slender frame and moving back into to her room, sitting down on the edge of her bed for a second time.
It was therapeutic somehow.
Head lowered so that her gaze held the floor, the girl remained silent for what seemed like an eternity before she let out a loud breath and got to her feet to see what her wardrobe had in store for her today. Usually she dressed dependant on her mood, not today. She was going to at least try today. A simple, yet elegant white dress came out followed by a pair of heeled shoes, along with a silver bracelet and her usual pendant necklace.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
She looked up, turning her head in the direction of the window, wet hair tangled and in her face. ”Rain.” she thought to herself with a small smile. It was anything, if not all, refreshing and calming. A walk in the rain would do her some good. The air would be as fresh as you could get it. Yes, the smile danced across her mouth, illuminated more by her misty eyes as she grabbed the clothes, jewelry, shoes and shawl from her ‘closet’ and moved, dumping them on the bed before getting dressed.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
It was still raining even after she’d attempted to dry her hair with the towel. A light frown crinkled her innocent face; but was quickly shaken off when she realised that it wouldn’t matter. She liked the rain. Just as long as it didn’t thunderstorm she would be fine.
Shoes, she needed her shoes. Where were they? Tapping her chin in thought, she remembered that she’d left them at the front of the bus. Grabbing her keys and purse, the twenty two year old padded down the room to the front and quickly pulled on her shoes, before wrapping her shawl all the way around her shoulders and heading out of the place. A walk would do her the world of good, she just knew it.
But before she knew it, she was under the Eiffel Tower and witness to a male figure falling flat on his face. Green eyes widened and she stifled a gasp. The ground was muddy and it looked like the fall had hurt him. Biting down on her lower lip for a moment, she debated about whether or not to approach him and help him, however he pushed himself into a standing position before her mind had settled. Of course, she felt a pang of guilt for not rushing over immediately to help him, but then again she wasn’t the most social of people and whilst meeting new people was intriguing... well, she was also paranoid of how the person would be. However, it wasn’t unlike her to strike up a conversation with a total stranger – at least not until she was sure that they wouldn’t recognise her. Actually that was all a lie, Élodie was the most social guy people met.
This boy. This man. He intrigued her.
”Go say hello.” A voice egged her on in her mind and she suddenly felt compelled to go over. Curious even. She wrapped her arms around herself, the twenty two year old female felt her feet move her towards the guy. She was slow to react, yet made no attempts to turn in the other direction and walk away from him. His figure was vaguely familiar and once she got closer the familiarity struck her like a ton of house bricks and she felt like sighing with relief, somewhat. Her foot stopped about five inches away from the side of him, turning her body to face the side of his own.
”Are you okay there?” She asked in her strong tone, watching the man on the floor with yet more curiousity. "Would you like a hand up?" She asked, this time holding out her hand for the male.
