Oh! Shiny!

[anja]

It was a nice(ish) day and there was only a few (hundred) little clouds going all over the sky, casting shadows along the damp ground. Everything was chattering away as a tall blond haired girl clicked down the man made road down to the abandoned warehouse. Today was going great. Sorina Skala had slipped away from her keepers long enough to go exploring the abandoned warehouse. She's been keeping an eye on that since she got here. Everything was so dark and curious, but hay, she'd have a nice time there since she wanted to be alone and away from the true crazies.

Oh but you are crazy darling. Haven't you wondered why they haven't brought Damek to see you yet? You're just so wonderfully crazy that they think you may harm him.

"Go away Tori, I want to explore today. I don't want to listen to your crap" Tori was one of the two little voices in her head, the other was Sasha. She must be sleeping or something because she wasn't chattering away in her head like Tori was.

But you know you love me darling. That's why you haven't tried to get rid of me yet. You're madly in love with me and you can't get rid of me.

Tori was always like that, making her doubt herself, being scarcastic, driving her to do things she really didn't want to do. All she wanted to do today was be alone and to explore. Sure she was horny as hell, but she didn't really care about that today. It was just another day until she got to see her baby boy again. Damek was just that picture of perfection like most little kids were. He was just barely a year old and he was with out his mother. She would make damn sure that she would be out of this hell as soon as she could be and back to her baby.

But your baby boy won't recognize you when you're out darling, Sasha's tired and bored voice rung through her head, making her smack back to reality and how close she was to the warehouse by now. She could hide out there all day if she wanted. But then she would miss out on therapy and then she would have to stay in longer. God this was getting to be a drag. Why couldn't the two just leave her alone for once?

Tags: Jez
Outfit:click meh!
Notes: sorry if it's a bit short, I'm horrid at beginners.
Word Count: 400

[JAZLYN LAISHA QI]

Fashion was not, and had never been, Jazlyn’s strong suit. However, as she looked in the mirror, she felt she looked rather good. Which was why she was so surprised when the security guard stopped her and told her to go back to her dorm to change. What the hell? Of course, she had utterly and completely refused. He’d complained about the dress code violation. Called her a whore. She’d socked him in the face and run for it. The girl wasn’t sure if he’d bothered to call for back up or gone straight after. She just knew that she was now sitting on one of the boxes in the abandoned warehouse, taking a long, slow drag of her cigarette, enjoying the cool breeze that fluttered through the air like a goodbye wave. It was nice, she had to admit if she were one to be truthful. Relaxing, along with the stress-relief the cigarette provided.

Her outfit wasn’t that horrible, was it? She glanced down at herself. The tube top was smoky grey with a white flower design, silky. Her shorts were almost completely hidden by this, the dark blue denim possessing pockets just large enough to accommodate a pack of cigarettes and a red Bic lighter, with which she now played. Bracelets on both arms, the same pair twice, jingled merrily with each movement she made. A Celtic knot anklet hung a little lower around her left ankle, large enough to fit over the black leather, high-heeled ankle boots she’d zipped up over bare feet. No jacket, despite the slight chill. Her long hair was in a knot at the back of her head, held up with two white chopsticks.

Whatever. The guy had no reason to stop her because of her clothing. He’d had no right to call her a whore. That still pissed her off, which was probably why Alec wasn’t around to keep her company. He always poofed when she was pissed, which was probably why people were moving in on her. She could feel their eyes on her. As luck would have it, they would probably tell the guy exactly where to find her. Stupid people. Stupid, faceless, nameless, secret, unidentified people. Groaning, she fell back on the box, dragging on her cigarette again. Even the nicotine she’d gotten addicted to wasn’t helping her. And because of her insomnia, she was pretty sure sleep was impossible. Maybe she should figure out which pill was the sleeping pill and start taking that every night…

And then, footsteps. Who would be out here during this time of day? JJ sat up and glanced around, seeing the approaching form of what she thought was a woman. Huh. Female company. That sounded dirty thought, she thought with a wrinkled nose as she hopped down from the box and crushed the butt of her cigarette with the toe of her right boot.