Post by Eliza on Feb 1, 2015 16:32:15 GMT -6
Loneliness is a crippling thing… Something that Eliza knows too well. Even walking down a street crowded with people she felt totally alone. Well, almost totally. A small furry face pokes out of her hoodie pocket and twitches its whiskers as it looks around. This was Pierre, a small young ferret who often rode in the girl’s pocket.
Eliza pulls her hood further over her face. She hopes that if she can’t see people then she wouldn’t be noticed.
The only person that Eliza is interested in was the red haired, blue eyed female walking beside her, wearing a fluffy white hat. She looks like a fairly normal sixteen year old. Well, she would if she wasn’t partly transparent and people were walking through her. This didn’t seem to bother either her or Eliza as they both walk down the street side by side. But she wishes that she still could hold her hand again and judging by the sympathetic look that the red-head was giving her, she felt the same way.
Despite being in a crowd, she couldn’t help but feel completely isolated. It had been years since she had last had a conversation with another person and even longer since she had any physical contact. Feeling the sudden need for something to hold, she grabs the slinky like rodent from her hoodie pocket and holds him close to her chest. The ferret mutters and nuzzles her gently, content at being rocked in her arms. It was normally at this point that the girl would feel truly alone: Ferrets can’t hug back.
As she walks, the girl feels her eyelids become heavy. Sleeping on a hard mattress had left her with rather severe sleep deprivation. It was almost up to the point when she’d be walking asleep. This was a rather regular occurrence but she didn’t normally have to worry. Valerie would tell her if she was going to walk into someone.
Well normally she did.
“Eliza, look-!” Valerie’s voice cuts through the girl’s thoughts suddenly. Eliza turns her head to look at the girl but lets out a cry as she appears to take a step onto nothing, as if her foot went straight through the ground. She feels herself falling down, what seemed to be a steep slope.
“Val-!” she cries out before feeling something sharp hitting the side of her head, knocking her out cold.
The girl moans as everything spins as she opens her eyes back up, her head pounding like a bad hangover. Looking around, she can only see shades of brown as her vision begins to clear up. Once it is fully set, she sits up, darting her eyes around franticly, her heart hammering in her ribs as she scans the area. Her fear subsides a little once she notices Valerie, sitting cross-legged on the dirt, marshy floor, also looking around. She seems to be just as bemused as Eliza.
Standing up, the girl is able to get a good look at the area surrounding her. The only light that appears to be available are dimly lit makeshift lamps and glowing mushrooms. Glowing mushrooms? What the hell is this place? Eliza pulls her hood up and wraps her arms around her frame, trying in vain to comfort herself. Pierre squirms from her pocket and drops inelegantly onto the floor, his snout to the ground. The girl goes to take some steps after her but jumps as she feels water from the damp floor seeping into her white socks. She immediately yanks them off and places them in her hoodie pocket. Being a present from Valerie, they had a certain value.
Eliza stands up fully and looks around the area. The walls are damp and appear to be made from dried mud and stones and the floor seems to be mildly marshy with the occasional stretch of plywood. The area had a musky and dank scent, a lot like a previously flooded basement. All of this combined causes the hairs on the girl’s thin arms to erect under her sleeves. What the hell is in here?
A series of clicks and whistles breaks Eliza out of her frozen state as she suddenly notices the white tip of Pierre’s skinny tail retreating around a corner. He must be chasing a beetle or something.
“Pierre!” she squeaks before briefly looking around to see that Valerie seemed to have disappeared. She starts running after his tail.
After a number of moments of running, the girl has to slow to a walk due to a stabbing pain in her rib-cage. She could see that the dimness in the lighting of the tunnels hadn’t changed and at this point, she had no idea where she was or how to get back to the entrance. Hell, she didn’t even know if she was still following Pierre or not.
Something snaps Eli out of her daze. An ecstatic scream of some sort, causing Eliza to jump out of her skin. Suddenly, someone appears from the corner ahead. Eliza squeaks and backs against one of the walls to get out of the way. She only got a glimpse of him as he ran by and the fact he was only wearing a shirt made her shudder. Shortly after she heard another shout.
“Hey, baby, don’t think I’m done with you yet!” a female voice squeals as Eliza spots her racing after the man that had just gone by. All she really saw of her was blonde hair. Well, it seemed to be blonde hair which appeared to have brunette dyed on the top. She was dressed… quite provocatively, lets just say.
Slightly freaked out, Eliza wraps her arms around herself in an attempt at self-comfort and keeps walking forward. She wasn’t willing to go in the direction the other pair had.
As she goes around the corner, she stops in her tracks.
She appeared to have wandered into a makeshift bar. There are several worn tables and chairs and a counter sat under a tent. The funky mixture of alcohol and smoked drugs hang in the air. In the bar, there were many people. All appeared to be shouting at the top of their lungs, making the girl uncomfortable. Many of them appear to be drunk, or high. Maybe both? Eliza herself doesn’t care for drink. But cannabis and heroin? That is a different story all together.
At the counter, she notices a young woman –who couldn’t be older than her twenties, with long flowing brunette to black hair, engaged in a wild conversation with a male of roughly the same age. He had scraggly ginger hair and a skinny build. And wearing a skirt. Eliza blinks and perches on a vacant bench, which was slightly further away from the rest of them.
Bringing her knees to her chest, she wraps her skinny arms around her lower legs and hunches herself into a ball. It is just too loud for her to handle. Not to mention that this was the first time she had actually been with people in several years.
The sound of her stomach growling brings her out of her frozen state. She feels around inside her hoodie pocket and picks out a Yorkie bar from it. Food was something else that Eliza doesn’t really care about. Still, she does feel pretty tired.
“CAAAAAAAANNNDDYYYY!!!”
Eliza only had a second to register that shout before feeling herself being tackled from the bench and onto the wet ground. Something is on top of her, a hand trying to grab the bar. The sensation of being gripped really hard terrifies the girl. She shuts her eyes and lets out a scream. It appears to work as she feels the person jump off of her.
Spinning, she turns to face the person. At first glance, she would have mistaken him for a young boy. He has shaggy blonde hair coupled with sky blue eyes and a boyish face. He is quite small for his age, but still bigger than her. He is gripping onto her Yorkie. Eliza springs to her feet and backs away fearfully.
“Come on, Kai, is that any way to treat a lady?” the ginger haired bartender shouts over, smirking at him. The blonde man, now known as Kai, turns his eyes back to her, the pair of them seem watery.
“I’m sorry! Here!” he squeaks, walking towards her. At this point, Eliza is too upset to register what is going on.
“Keep it!” she cries before taking off away from the bustle of the room.
After several moments, she falls back onto her rear end against a wall, yanking herself into a fetal position.
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Eliza pulls her hood further over her face. She hopes that if she can’t see people then she wouldn’t be noticed.
The only person that Eliza is interested in was the red haired, blue eyed female walking beside her, wearing a fluffy white hat. She looks like a fairly normal sixteen year old. Well, she would if she wasn’t partly transparent and people were walking through her. This didn’t seem to bother either her or Eliza as they both walk down the street side by side. But she wishes that she still could hold her hand again and judging by the sympathetic look that the red-head was giving her, she felt the same way.
Despite being in a crowd, she couldn’t help but feel completely isolated. It had been years since she had last had a conversation with another person and even longer since she had any physical contact. Feeling the sudden need for something to hold, she grabs the slinky like rodent from her hoodie pocket and holds him close to her chest. The ferret mutters and nuzzles her gently, content at being rocked in her arms. It was normally at this point that the girl would feel truly alone: Ferrets can’t hug back.
As she walks, the girl feels her eyelids become heavy. Sleeping on a hard mattress had left her with rather severe sleep deprivation. It was almost up to the point when she’d be walking asleep. This was a rather regular occurrence but she didn’t normally have to worry. Valerie would tell her if she was going to walk into someone.
Well normally she did.
“Eliza, look-!” Valerie’s voice cuts through the girl’s thoughts suddenly. Eliza turns her head to look at the girl but lets out a cry as she appears to take a step onto nothing, as if her foot went straight through the ground. She feels herself falling down, what seemed to be a steep slope.
“Val-!” she cries out before feeling something sharp hitting the side of her head, knocking her out cold.
The girl moans as everything spins as she opens her eyes back up, her head pounding like a bad hangover. Looking around, she can only see shades of brown as her vision begins to clear up. Once it is fully set, she sits up, darting her eyes around franticly, her heart hammering in her ribs as she scans the area. Her fear subsides a little once she notices Valerie, sitting cross-legged on the dirt, marshy floor, also looking around. She seems to be just as bemused as Eliza.
Standing up, the girl is able to get a good look at the area surrounding her. The only light that appears to be available are dimly lit makeshift lamps and glowing mushrooms. Glowing mushrooms? What the hell is this place? Eliza pulls her hood up and wraps her arms around her frame, trying in vain to comfort herself. Pierre squirms from her pocket and drops inelegantly onto the floor, his snout to the ground. The girl goes to take some steps after her but jumps as she feels water from the damp floor seeping into her white socks. She immediately yanks them off and places them in her hoodie pocket. Being a present from Valerie, they had a certain value.
Eliza stands up fully and looks around the area. The walls are damp and appear to be made from dried mud and stones and the floor seems to be mildly marshy with the occasional stretch of plywood. The area had a musky and dank scent, a lot like a previously flooded basement. All of this combined causes the hairs on the girl’s thin arms to erect under her sleeves. What the hell is in here?
A series of clicks and whistles breaks Eliza out of her frozen state as she suddenly notices the white tip of Pierre’s skinny tail retreating around a corner. He must be chasing a beetle or something.
“Pierre!” she squeaks before briefly looking around to see that Valerie seemed to have disappeared. She starts running after his tail.
After a number of moments of running, the girl has to slow to a walk due to a stabbing pain in her rib-cage. She could see that the dimness in the lighting of the tunnels hadn’t changed and at this point, she had no idea where she was or how to get back to the entrance. Hell, she didn’t even know if she was still following Pierre or not.
Something snaps Eli out of her daze. An ecstatic scream of some sort, causing Eliza to jump out of her skin. Suddenly, someone appears from the corner ahead. Eliza squeaks and backs against one of the walls to get out of the way. She only got a glimpse of him as he ran by and the fact he was only wearing a shirt made her shudder. Shortly after she heard another shout.
“Hey, baby, don’t think I’m done with you yet!” a female voice squeals as Eliza spots her racing after the man that had just gone by. All she really saw of her was blonde hair. Well, it seemed to be blonde hair which appeared to have brunette dyed on the top. She was dressed… quite provocatively, lets just say.
Slightly freaked out, Eliza wraps her arms around herself in an attempt at self-comfort and keeps walking forward. She wasn’t willing to go in the direction the other pair had.
As she goes around the corner, she stops in her tracks.
She appeared to have wandered into a makeshift bar. There are several worn tables and chairs and a counter sat under a tent. The funky mixture of alcohol and smoked drugs hang in the air. In the bar, there were many people. All appeared to be shouting at the top of their lungs, making the girl uncomfortable. Many of them appear to be drunk, or high. Maybe both? Eliza herself doesn’t care for drink. But cannabis and heroin? That is a different story all together.
At the counter, she notices a young woman –who couldn’t be older than her twenties, with long flowing brunette to black hair, engaged in a wild conversation with a male of roughly the same age. He had scraggly ginger hair and a skinny build. And wearing a skirt. Eliza blinks and perches on a vacant bench, which was slightly further away from the rest of them.
Bringing her knees to her chest, she wraps her skinny arms around her lower legs and hunches herself into a ball. It is just too loud for her to handle. Not to mention that this was the first time she had actually been with people in several years.
The sound of her stomach growling brings her out of her frozen state. She feels around inside her hoodie pocket and picks out a Yorkie bar from it. Food was something else that Eliza doesn’t really care about. Still, she does feel pretty tired.
“CAAAAAAAANNNDDYYYY!!!”
Eliza only had a second to register that shout before feeling herself being tackled from the bench and onto the wet ground. Something is on top of her, a hand trying to grab the bar. The sensation of being gripped really hard terrifies the girl. She shuts her eyes and lets out a scream. It appears to work as she feels the person jump off of her.
Spinning, she turns to face the person. At first glance, she would have mistaken him for a young boy. He has shaggy blonde hair coupled with sky blue eyes and a boyish face. He is quite small for his age, but still bigger than her. He is gripping onto her Yorkie. Eliza springs to her feet and backs away fearfully.
“Come on, Kai, is that any way to treat a lady?” the ginger haired bartender shouts over, smirking at him. The blonde man, now known as Kai, turns his eyes back to her, the pair of them seem watery.
“I’m sorry! Here!” he squeaks, walking towards her. At this point, Eliza is too upset to register what is going on.
“Keep it!” she cries before taking off away from the bustle of the room.
After several moments, she falls back onto her rear end against a wall, yanking herself into a fetal position.
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
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