Post by ARWEN BLACKWOOD on Feb 27, 2016 23:19:55 GMT -6
never walked on water,
'guess no one really saw her. she's just somebody's daughter,
lookin' for somebody to love her.
after her encounter with a woman who'd taken her face, or at least the image of it, all arwen could do was run. she was terrified of her powers and now this god damn town. why the hell had she ever come here in the first place? she was promised answers but all she'd managed to find thus far was more confusion and a whole lot of fear. the last thing she wanted was to be a freak with powers that could hurt people...which all she ever seemed to do. if she could, she'd give them all away in a heartbeat, just so she could live at peace with herself. maybe that's why she'd been directed to sleepy hollow...to have her powers stripped from her. only then, she believed, could she move on.
arwen had really screwed herself over, however. what money she had had upon leaving new orleans, she spent on her bus ticket and food and whatnot. for three nights she'd stayed in the quaint little sleepy hollow inn but now, she was running pretty thin on money. what she thought she was going to find here, she wasn't sure. all she knew was that she had enough money for either one more night at the inn or a bus ticket back home...if she could even call that place home. honestly she was between a rock and a hard place and without a clue as to what she should do.
when arwen left new orleans, a part of her thought she was leaving that life behind for good. she quit her job and gave up her bedroom in the apartment she shared with an older, single woman. she didn't expect to go back, not back to the memories of her troubled past and the problems that her powers had caused her over the course of her short life. already, though, this wasn't proving to be much better. at least down south she had fallen into a job and routine where she could go mostly unnoticed. here, she stuck out like a tourist.
furthermore, it didn't look too good that she was wandering around the park after sunset. it was near ten o'clock now and most of the shops and whatnot in the area had closed for the evening. deciding a bus ticket out of this place[if necessary] was more important, arwen was left to face the reality she'd have no place to stay tonight. the park wasn't a reasonable solution, considering it was only a nippy thirty-something degrees - a vast difference from the sixties she'd been used to. still, she didn't seem many other choices.
the wiccan pulled her coat tightly around herself, shivering against the cold winter wind as she tried to regulate some body temperature. it appeared her powers weren't going to let her freeze, however, kicking in when their host was suffering. around her a few sparks ignited, circling her as they burned over the snow, like some magic trick. while the warmth was appreciated, she panicked a bit, stomping them out before plopping herself back down on the park bench beside her bag. only as soon as she'd put them out, they flared again. a few times she repeated the actions before a heavy sigh escaped her, deciding not to waste her energy. arwen decided to use the warmth for a while, to get to a comfortable point before she snuffed it out again. after all, it was going to be a very long night.
with the tiny flames lit around her, she drew a book from bag, using the dim light to read in order to get her mind off of things. she was uncertain and scared but escaping into the world of the lord of the rings always seemed to improve her mood. at least in that book, the magic of gandolf made her happy...unlike her own. if only she'd realized that her suspicious activity in the park, so late at night, had warranted a call to the police by a concerned citizen.
arwen had really screwed herself over, however. what money she had had upon leaving new orleans, she spent on her bus ticket and food and whatnot. for three nights she'd stayed in the quaint little sleepy hollow inn but now, she was running pretty thin on money. what she thought she was going to find here, she wasn't sure. all she knew was that she had enough money for either one more night at the inn or a bus ticket back home...if she could even call that place home. honestly she was between a rock and a hard place and without a clue as to what she should do.
when arwen left new orleans, a part of her thought she was leaving that life behind for good. she quit her job and gave up her bedroom in the apartment she shared with an older, single woman. she didn't expect to go back, not back to the memories of her troubled past and the problems that her powers had caused her over the course of her short life. already, though, this wasn't proving to be much better. at least down south she had fallen into a job and routine where she could go mostly unnoticed. here, she stuck out like a tourist.
furthermore, it didn't look too good that she was wandering around the park after sunset. it was near ten o'clock now and most of the shops and whatnot in the area had closed for the evening. deciding a bus ticket out of this place[if necessary] was more important, arwen was left to face the reality she'd have no place to stay tonight. the park wasn't a reasonable solution, considering it was only a nippy thirty-something degrees - a vast difference from the sixties she'd been used to. still, she didn't seem many other choices.
the wiccan pulled her coat tightly around herself, shivering against the cold winter wind as she tried to regulate some body temperature. it appeared her powers weren't going to let her freeze, however, kicking in when their host was suffering. around her a few sparks ignited, circling her as they burned over the snow, like some magic trick. while the warmth was appreciated, she panicked a bit, stomping them out before plopping herself back down on the park bench beside her bag. only as soon as she'd put them out, they flared again. a few times she repeated the actions before a heavy sigh escaped her, deciding not to waste her energy. arwen decided to use the warmth for a while, to get to a comfortable point before she snuffed it out again. after all, it was going to be a very long night.
with the tiny flames lit around her, she drew a book from bag, using the dim light to read in order to get her mind off of things. she was uncertain and scared but escaping into the world of the lord of the rings always seemed to improve her mood. at least in that book, the magic of gandolf made her happy...unlike her own. if only she'd realized that her suspicious activity in the park, so late at night, had warranted a call to the police by a concerned citizen.
LUCIELLE GUNN // as promised // 675
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP & ADOXOGRAPHY
