Post by jayded on Jun 3, 2007 13:01:32 GMT -5
*She was being discharged today. She supposed she should be happy about that. And in a way, she was. She'd spent most of her time here staring through the walls and watching the nurses work in other rooms. Talk in the breakroom. Hell, she'd even seen a romantic typst in a supply closet. Skyler scuffled her uncasted toe along the tile of the floor and stared out the window. Yeah, she'd been doing alot of that too. And when no one was around, looking down. As far as her eyes could see, floor after floor of activity. It had set her mind buzzing. Kinda cool to be on the top floor with x-ray vision. But more sickening then anything. That feeling of falling. Endless. Skyler was dressed. her right leg in a cast from the hip down. Her boss had said her job was safe. She had to start back on Sunday. And the shelter had saved her bed. Cool, so all the nothing she possessed, she was free to go back to. Still, the minor security of a job and a safe place to sleep did actually steady her, quite a bit. Skyler had on cut off shorts and a tank top. The cast was going to be sweltering in the heat. She brushed her hair back, pinning it up with barretts. Yeah, all she needed now were her discharge papers. And the doc had already been here and back, So she was supposed to head to the nurses station. And she'd be free as a bird. A broken winged bird who knew to much. Where was the comfort in that? She wrinkled her nose and got to hobbling, resting on the crutches as she swung her gunshot, healing, casted leg. Skyler apparently had a hairline fracture and well, alot of tramua, so part was a cast, and part just ugly bandages. She reached the nurses station and signed her release papers. checking herself out of this two star hotel. Still, was better then some places she'd stayed in. She hadn't gotten food poisioning. The nurse gave the girl in the cheap outfit a sad smile, like she was sorry for her and Skyler's eyes blazed. she said in a low tone* Someone who's been stealing meds from their patients shouldn't be so self-rigtheous.... *leaving the fat, middle-aged nurse to gape at her as she limped towards the elevators, popping two of her own pain-pills*
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(06/03/07-09:34:43)
.†.|. see no evil .|.†.
°Skyler Harris°
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
And I can see through you, See you're true colors
UH | CC
-=Is on one of the many streets=-
: says to ALL:.... *She didn't care. She was pissed of people acting like they were better then her. Staring at the poor little thing, while they did all manner of corrupt or illegal things. All she wanted was a little damn justice in this world. Was that such a bad thing? It drove her made, even now. She stalked ....as much as one could stalk with crutches, down the street. Which well, was more like a mechanical swagger, as she glowered at the houses she walked past. Two kids upstairs screwing around while one of their parents were out. Another kid smoking pot in the living room. He looked barely old enough to have pubes, let alone be lighting up. An old woman playing with a butcher knife, looking like she might use it. She sighed and pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to blot out the images, stopping in her walk for a few moments, her armpits resting on the padded armrests of the crutches. She finally opened them again, after she had forced her power to stop. And everything was calm, cool. Skyler, took a deep breath and kept moving, her hands shaking slightly as she gripped the crosslong bars on the crutches and headed down the road. It was all going so well,the sun was setting, the sky was a haze of pink and orange...And then, her damn left crutch got stuck in the space between two heavy concrete slabs of sidewalk. She growled , swearing under her breath as she tugged the damn thing , well tried to anyhow, it seemed stuck and everytime she pulled hard, she almost knocked herself the hell over. Skyler rolled her eyes heavenward. She had to get back to the shelter by dark, well ten at the latest was curfew. There were strict rules at the women's shelter and she ment to obey them. Because getting canned from there ment she'd have to stay at a general shelter, where drugged up guys might touch her naughty and go through her pockets for change at night.* Okay, no thank you... *she muttered aloud*
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(06/03/07-10:30:31)
.†.|. see no evil .|.†.
°Skyler Harris°
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
And I can see through you, See your true colors
UH | CC
-=Is on one of the many streets=-
: says to ALL:....*And then, something happened that she couldn't ignore. There she was , limping along towards the shelter, which hell, the miles away it was felt like an eternity, at the slow pace she was moving. But yeah, she saw through the walls of one house and she blinked, leaning on her crutches. A man...and a woman were alone in the house. As she watched, Sklyer saw him advancing on his...wife? Girlfriend? Something.....he had a heavy belt doubled over in his hands. Murder in his eyes. And she was running, trying to get away. He grabbed her by the arm, threw her down. Her heart raced. She wanted to run in there, to stop him. But what could she do? And eighteeen year old girl with a shot to shit leg? Who could barely creep along, barely walk? She couldn't watch this....but she had to act. She memorized the address and limped quickly to the phone booth nearby., Trying not to watch from the corner of her eyes as the belt ascended, and crashed down over the woman's back. She winced, fingers shaking as she dialed 911. Skyler breathed heavily as she spoke into the phone., Giving the address. They wanted to know how she knew. She had no answers for them. Hell for herself. And the phone finally slipped from nerveless fingers. She limped across the street, watching through haunted eyes. Hoping they'd arrive in time*
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(06/03/07-10:35:33)
.†.|. see no evil .|.†.
°Skyler Harris°
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
And I can see through you, See your true colors
UH | CC
-=Is on one of the many streets=-
: says to ALL:.... *And they did. But the damage had been done. Sure, the ambulance and the cops came roaring in before the woman was dead. But was that enough? Was that ever enough? The damage had been done. Never again would the woman look at a man, any man without suspicion, without wondering when....why, he might loose it. She sighed and ran a hand through her short hair, messing up the barrettes. Not like she gave a shit, not right now. They led out the weeping, sobbing woman and Skyler wanted to go to her. But in this world. Strangers were seen as Alien, Predators. She knew that too well. And so she just left. without a smile, or a nod, She didn't want to add anything puzzling to the woman's dilema, nothing to make it harder to get through the day. She limped on her crutches, pointing herself back in the direction of the shelter she was currently living in. She had to get back by curfew. But she had hours. And well, she was hungry. She had been in such a rush to get out of the hospital today, She hadn't had time to eat. So , the casted girl swung her crutches and stopped, outside of a coffee shop. It had tables. looking out over the street. But she thought, she'd take a back booth. Hope that whatever needed her to see it, stayed quiet and still. So she could have some peace, let the dark wood of the building block out the images that plauged her. Of other people's suffering, of sins*
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(06/03/07-10:51:13)
.†.|. see no evil .|.†.
°Skyler Harris°
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
And I can see through you, See your true colors
UH | CC
-=Is in one of the Many Cafe's in the City=-
: says to ALL:.... *Skyler hobbled on her crutches into the dirty little cafe. She ordered a cup of iced tea...a glass even, and a tired, old looking egg salad sandwich, That was really all she could afford. The place she worked was alot nicer, Alot better lit. This place looked like something out of a horror movie. Down to the lights that flickered now and then and a strange electrical tremble that seemed to coarse through the place. She was too tired and heart-weary to complain. To even care. She sat down in a booth, moving far, deep inside of it. Willing the walls to stay solid, to not let her see through them. To see what the power wanted her to see. She had to control this. To own it. But the problem with a shattered life was that you always felt so out of control. Powerless. She didn't own any other aspect of her life, how could she gain control over this, very large problem? Skyler sipped the kinda cool sweet tea and pressed her hands to her eyes. Her crutches were leaning, hap-hazardly against the side of the booth, Her mind raced and she inhaled slowly, pushing the limp-lettuced sandwich away. Her nails raking along the dirty cloth of the table as she did so. She had two choices...ignore shit, or do something about it. That was it. That was all, Or she'd go mad. But what could she do? She needed training...she needed help. She'd already been shot, luckily not killed, for her interference, Because of this curse. She knew it was real. But sometimes she didn't want it to be*
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(06/03/07-09:34:43)
.†.|. see no evil .|.†.
°Skyler Harris°
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
And I can see through you, See you're true colors
UH | CC
-=Is on one of the many streets=-
: says to ALL:.... *She didn't care. She was pissed of people acting like they were better then her. Staring at the poor little thing, while they did all manner of corrupt or illegal things. All she wanted was a little damn justice in this world. Was that such a bad thing? It drove her made, even now. She stalked ....as much as one could stalk with crutches, down the street. Which well, was more like a mechanical swagger, as she glowered at the houses she walked past. Two kids upstairs screwing around while one of their parents were out. Another kid smoking pot in the living room. He looked barely old enough to have pubes, let alone be lighting up. An old woman playing with a butcher knife, looking like she might use it. She sighed and pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to blot out the images, stopping in her walk for a few moments, her armpits resting on the padded armrests of the crutches. She finally opened them again, after she had forced her power to stop. And everything was calm, cool. Skyler, took a deep breath and kept moving, her hands shaking slightly as she gripped the crosslong bars on the crutches and headed down the road. It was all going so well,the sun was setting, the sky was a haze of pink and orange...And then, her damn left crutch got stuck in the space between two heavy concrete slabs of sidewalk. She growled , swearing under her breath as she tugged the damn thing , well tried to anyhow, it seemed stuck and everytime she pulled hard, she almost knocked herself the hell over. Skyler rolled her eyes heavenward. She had to get back to the shelter by dark, well ten at the latest was curfew. There were strict rules at the women's shelter and she ment to obey them. Because getting canned from there ment she'd have to stay at a general shelter, where drugged up guys might touch her naughty and go through her pockets for change at night.* Okay, no thank you... *she muttered aloud*
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(06/03/07-10:30:31)
.†.|. see no evil .|.†.
°Skyler Harris°
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
And I can see through you, See your true colors
UH | CC
-=Is on one of the many streets=-
: says to ALL:....*And then, something happened that she couldn't ignore. There she was , limping along towards the shelter, which hell, the miles away it was felt like an eternity, at the slow pace she was moving. But yeah, she saw through the walls of one house and she blinked, leaning on her crutches. A man...and a woman were alone in the house. As she watched, Sklyer saw him advancing on his...wife? Girlfriend? Something.....he had a heavy belt doubled over in his hands. Murder in his eyes. And she was running, trying to get away. He grabbed her by the arm, threw her down. Her heart raced. She wanted to run in there, to stop him. But what could she do? And eighteeen year old girl with a shot to shit leg? Who could barely creep along, barely walk? She couldn't watch this....but she had to act. She memorized the address and limped quickly to the phone booth nearby., Trying not to watch from the corner of her eyes as the belt ascended, and crashed down over the woman's back. She winced, fingers shaking as she dialed 911. Skyler breathed heavily as she spoke into the phone., Giving the address. They wanted to know how she knew. She had no answers for them. Hell for herself. And the phone finally slipped from nerveless fingers. She limped across the street, watching through haunted eyes. Hoping they'd arrive in time*
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(06/03/07-10:35:33)
.†.|. see no evil .|.†.
°Skyler Harris°
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
And I can see through you, See your true colors
UH | CC
-=Is on one of the many streets=-
: says to ALL:.... *And they did. But the damage had been done. Sure, the ambulance and the cops came roaring in before the woman was dead. But was that enough? Was that ever enough? The damage had been done. Never again would the woman look at a man, any man without suspicion, without wondering when....why, he might loose it. She sighed and ran a hand through her short hair, messing up the barrettes. Not like she gave a shit, not right now. They led out the weeping, sobbing woman and Skyler wanted to go to her. But in this world. Strangers were seen as Alien, Predators. She knew that too well. And so she just left. without a smile, or a nod, She didn't want to add anything puzzling to the woman's dilema, nothing to make it harder to get through the day. She limped on her crutches, pointing herself back in the direction of the shelter she was currently living in. She had to get back by curfew. But she had hours. And well, she was hungry. She had been in such a rush to get out of the hospital today, She hadn't had time to eat. So , the casted girl swung her crutches and stopped, outside of a coffee shop. It had tables. looking out over the street. But she thought, she'd take a back booth. Hope that whatever needed her to see it, stayed quiet and still. So she could have some peace, let the dark wood of the building block out the images that plauged her. Of other people's suffering, of sins*
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(06/03/07-10:51:13)
.†.|. see no evil .|.†.
°Skyler Harris°
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
And I can see through you, See your true colors
UH | CC
-=Is in one of the Many Cafe's in the City=-
: says to ALL:.... *Skyler hobbled on her crutches into the dirty little cafe. She ordered a cup of iced tea...a glass even, and a tired, old looking egg salad sandwich, That was really all she could afford. The place she worked was alot nicer, Alot better lit. This place looked like something out of a horror movie. Down to the lights that flickered now and then and a strange electrical tremble that seemed to coarse through the place. She was too tired and heart-weary to complain. To even care. She sat down in a booth, moving far, deep inside of it. Willing the walls to stay solid, to not let her see through them. To see what the power wanted her to see. She had to control this. To own it. But the problem with a shattered life was that you always felt so out of control. Powerless. She didn't own any other aspect of her life, how could she gain control over this, very large problem? Skyler sipped the kinda cool sweet tea and pressed her hands to her eyes. Her crutches were leaning, hap-hazardly against the side of the booth, Her mind raced and she inhaled slowly, pushing the limp-lettuced sandwich away. Her nails raking along the dirty cloth of the table as she did so. She had two choices...ignore shit, or do something about it. That was it. That was all, Or she'd go mad. But what could she do? She needed training...she needed help. She'd already been shot, luckily not killed, for her interference, Because of this curse. She knew it was real. But sometimes she didn't want it to be*
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