Post by demise aurora garrison on Jul 13, 2009 3:54:38 GMT -5
[/color]DEMISE Aurora GARRISON
She kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
Demise hadn't been in Austin all too long, and so far, she couldn't say of anything that particularly intrigued her about the place, or a single thing that made her want to stay. The only reason she was even there was that the children's home that she was required to stay in (as she was still a minor) was full, and so they had extended the limits of their search for foster parents to neighbouring states, meaning that they were searching not only in Oklahoma, where the Home was, but also in New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana, and Texas. It just so happened that the first hit on the database was for a family in Austin, Texas. The most troublesome of the children were being shipped off first, and then the buck fell to the older ones to either turn eighteen and get a job so they could move out, or to be shipped to a temporary home until they could get their own place on whatever pathetic wage they'd managed to secure themselves. Demise was in both of those groups, so she was the top priority to be moved. She had lived in that building for the best part of six years as it was, as most families that tried to take her on, thinking that 'a handful' just meant that she was occasionally mischievous, ended up bringing her back one or two days later. It was clear that she didn't want any part of any other family - just her own. A shame, really, that that wasn't possible.
I turn eighteen next year, and quite clearly I can't go back to that cramped little place. I'm going to have to stick it out here. How hard can it be? I'll just stay out until late, sneak in, and leave early. They'll barely see me, and better yet, I won't have to see them. Demise was thinking rapidly as she paced up and down the park. It was pretty much deserted, due to the fact that everyone was either at work or in school, and Demise had decided to skip it. She wasn't all that interested in academics, and it wasn't as if the stuff confused her. She could be out a month or so, and still catch up within a few days. She wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but she still didn't see what the point of school was, and she hadn't thought to take her pacing anywhere more private. Truth be told, she didn't really care whether or not she got caught. If she did, all that would happen would be that she would roll her eyes throughout the whole of the lecture, say "Yeah, whatever" and then go back to doing whatever it was that she was doing.
It was a warm day, settling at around 90 degrees Fahrenheit, but there was a light breeze blowing, which was something of a relief to Demise, because she had never been one for humid or heavy heat where it felt like you had to wade through the air to get anywhere at any kind of speed. Despite the breeze, though, Demise was wearing very little, as was her tradition. She didn't really think about it, but she generally ended up wearing much the same thing anyway; a dress or a skirt, usually with straps as opposed to sleeves, and high heeled sandals. Most of what she owned was designer, very expensive, thanks to the trust fund that had kicked in when she was sixteen, and her new 'family' being as well off as they were, but that didn't seem to affect her in any way either. She'd wear Chanel with Aeropostale, and Louis Vuitton with PacSun. She didn't seem to care about much, save her motorbike and doing what she wanted.
Perhaps that wasn't the best way to go about life in a new place, though, she thought suddenly, stopping in her tracks. She pulled out her phone to check the time and nodded to herself. If she hurried, she could get to school around noon, and just pretend that she thought she was meant to start next week, and had only gone in to see if they had a copy of her timetable ready for her to memorise. Skulking around the school gates may not set off the best image for her, but it was always better than some nonchalant 'devil-may-care' attitude that may have gained her some admirers, but never friends.
She walked briskly down the path through the park, still not encountering a single soul, which, as she thought about it, sent a shiver up her spine. Not one single small child with its mother out on a sunny day. Was that normal for around here? She reached the school gates a little before twelve, and walked across the parking lot as if she had nothing to fear, as if she had done nothing wrong. Her acting skills, thankfully, were well above average, although that was just another of those things that she didn't care about. Upon arrival at the school office, the receptionist looked at her as if she should have known her, but then shook her head slightly and asked, "What can I do for you, miss?"[/i] Demise paused for a second, a flash of some kind of unidentifiable emotion flitting over her face for less than a second. "I'm meant to be starting here next week. I just came to see if there was any paperwork that needed doing, or anything that I could take home with me in case I need to catch up on what's being learned. My name's Demise Garrison." Another flash of recognition crossed the receptionist's face, but Demise imagined that it was only because she had seen or heard the name on the absence register all week.
"Demise Garrison?"[/i] The woman repeated, typing loudly into her computer. "You were supposed to start this week, darlin'."[/i] She added, as she referred to something on the screen. Demise then adopted a look of shock and bashfulness, and she lowered her eyes to the floor as her voice took on a tone of urgent remorse. "Oh, I am so sorry! My parents told me it was next week! They must have gotten confused. Please don't tell them about this, I don't want them getting upset..." She must have looked so remorseful and stricken that the receptionist took Demise's hands as she soothed her. "Don't worry, pet, I can alter your records, say you had a few medicals or something. You'll still be marked as in school, so your parents will never know, but you'll have to start school now."[/i] Demise nodded her agreement, still maintaining the look of almost feverish contriteness.
The receptionist quickly printed off a copy of Demise's schedule, and lead her by the elbow to her class. Knocking on the door, the woman peered around the classroom before fully entering the room, gently guiding Demise in with her. "Ms Tanner? This young lady has just moved to Texas, and will be in your English classes for the next year. This is Demise Garrison." Everybody stopped what they were doing as the woman spoke, and they looked up at Demise, who met their stares with a fierce one of her own. "Very well, Miss Standring. Demise, was it?" She didn't wait for an answer, or even look at the young girl, before pointing at the only empty desk and saying,"There." It was only then that the receptionist released her, and Demise didn't skip a beat in walking away from her and sitting at her desk, glancing at the board as she walked. Crap. Wordsworth again. She thought, rolling her eyes and looking at the two people that were seated either side of her. A blonde girl who was surreptitiously texting beneath her desk, and a boy with spiky black hair that was paying no attention to anything in particular. This is gonna be a piece of piss. She thought, leaning back in her chair, putting on a look of intent concentration.
status: complete
length: 1382 w/o coding
tagged: open
outfit: CLICKERS
music: itunes shuffle ^_^
mood: amused
muse: not really
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