Post by Libbia/Erin on Jan 2, 2012 19:16:18 GMT -5
LIBBIA
I walked into this cabin felling, well, a little powerful. My lifeless black eyes skimmed over everything before I let out a huff of dissapointment.
I was expecting a place as weird as me. Never get your hopes to high, they always say. My black boots hit the floor as my body quickly scurried around the room. My sister sometimes said I was a rabid fairy, that is, because I was kind of short.
My appearance was a little awkward. I wore a black Maccabre dress and a skull headband over my black hair. My hair was down to my shoulders, which I considered short. Half of my arm had scars on it, from previous, ah, incidents. "This isnt going to be the life I expected." I mumbled to myself. i tugged at the split ends in my hair. I was sometimes vulnerable.
I had just picked a bed and was settling mydelf on the top-bunk when the bunk collapsed, due to my anger. Anger flooded through me, as I realized I would have to live here until I got killed by a monster. At least that would be less pain ful than me cutting myself, which I did whenever I felt particularly like this.
I grabbed my knife out of my bag and looked at the previously cut scars on the lower half of my arm. I poised my left arm to strike the latest cut when I felt my tattoo that was on my neck burning. Badly. I felt it gingerly. It had never done this before, and I was upset to find that it wasn't all that painful. I had been through Heck and back. It couldn't hurt that much. I then striked my arm with the knife, forgetting about the tattoo of a bird in a cage. I cut it in deeper each time I striked, sighing with each blow. I was going to have to do this a lot whenever I got pised here.
[glow=red,2,300]LIBBIA[/glow]
