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Post by SKYE Q. on Aug 18, 2013 17:58:34 GMT -6
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[/div] Sound asleep in her bedroom, Skye dreamed of pleasant things. Of things that had been and would be, of what could be and of what would not be. Dreams that you would smile about when you woke up the next day, remembering just bits and pieces of it before the time was up and you had forgotten your drema by the time you went to brush your teeth.
This particular dream involved her newest friendship with the very handsome, though somewhat clumsy and inelegant at times, Vivian. He had purple hair and wore cool clothes. He had even made her lemonade and a fruit tart, which Skye couldn't even in her wildest dreams be able to make. She was probably still a little starstruck by him, how stylish and good-looking he was. But most of all that he was interested in her. At least, that's what it had seemed like.
The dream was the best she had had in weeks, had it not been for the fact that she woke abruptly in the middle of a good part by the smell of smoke.
Smoke?
Her eyes opened fully, taking in her surroundings of which was full of dark fumes. Her heart started racing, immediately realising that something was on fire. Somewhere in their house, something was burning.
Without thinking too much, she reached for her light blue bathrobe that was lying on a chair next to the bed and put it on. She snatched the cellphone that was still lying peacefully next to her pillow, where it was always when she slept, and put it into one of her pockets. She could never go without it, in case something happened to her, and people needed to know who to contact. So she brought it with her, safely tucked into one of the pockets on the bathrobe she had tied tightly to her body.
Fully prepared, though having used only seconds, Skye opened the door to the hallway. A gush of air pressed her back into the room, and yellow flames snaked up along the walls on her right side, blocking the way to her parents' room.
It was the only way.
Skye's brown orbs blinked a few times, tears welled up in the corner, as she began to scream her parents' names. A few minutes she stood there in the hallway, faced towards the visible door on the other side of the vicious flames that lead to her parents' room, but nothing happened. It didn't seem like they could hear her.
Even so, the fire evolved around her, and she had no time to lose. She knew that she had to get out of the house. Get out and call someone. Call the fire department. Call neighbors or anyone who could help at this point. Her parents were probably already getting poisioned by the smog, so she had to do something.
She found her way outside, hearing something crack and fall from the ceiling - probably wooden planks from the roof - but as soon as she looked back, the flamed licked up everything in sight, and engulfed her entire house. It was a wonder she was even standing there, alive.
But she couldn't rest. A soot-covered hand slipped into her pocket and retrieved her phone, quickly unlocking it and dialling the emergency numbers she knew and frantically asking them to come and help. After they had hung up and promised to come, she stared at the screen for a moment, thinking of what to do next.
Within a few seconds, her fingers had dialled Vivian's number without even realising it, and she had put the phone to her ear and spoken a few words out of shock, before she dropped the phone out of her hand completely, running to the back of their house to try and look through the windows that were in her parents' room. Maybe if she broke the glass, she could crawl inside and save them. Maybe.
At the back of the house, Skye searched the ground for a large enough rock that would break through the windows. Having found one large enough - though perhaps a little heavier than necessary - she picked it up with both her hands and went closer to the walls of the house. The flames had not yet reached this area it seemed, which was a good thing for Skye, but she didn't anticipate that the weight of the stone she had picked up would work against her.
As she held it over her head, there was a muscle twitch in her hand and the rock slipped through her fingers and dropped on her forehead, knocking her out. The last thing she saw was fire blazing out from the top of their house, all bright and beautiful. If only it wasn't killing the Quinn family.
tags: prince vivian and my man, kanra
words: 806
notes: dude. their house just went up in flames [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] [newclass=.plip1]background-color: #000; height: 5px; width: 350px; color: dedede; overflow: hidden; transition: 0.8s;-moz-transition: 0.8s; -webkit-transition: 0.8s; -o-transition: 0.8s;[/newclass][newclass=.plip1:hover]height: 100px; transition: 0.8s;-moz-transition: 0.8s; -webkit-transition: 0.8s; -o-transition: 0.8s;[/newclass] |
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Post by VIVIAN L. on Aug 19, 2013 2:45:07 GMT -6
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never. not when he had gotten lost that one time on the vacation with his parents. not that time when he had accidentally burned himself cooking. not that time when he had nearly drowned when a current took him out to sea. he had never been more afraid than he was until this moment. vivian had been asleep when he had gotten the call, the indigo haired teen stirring only slightly to check the caller id. he had assumed it would have been just a telemarketer or maybe just some stranger who had the wrong number. after all, why else would someone else call him at this time of night? but no. no, it wasn't either of the two. no matter how much he wished it was now.
"my house ... is on fire ..." the words repeated over and over in his head as he ran there now, having barely managed to pull on his hoodie and shoes. he hadn't bothered pulling back his hair or even warning his parents where he was going. all that mattered right now was saving skye and her parents. how? what? why? he wanted to know how it had happened but now was not a time for questions. he had stopped every so often when he saw a house, pounding his fist against the door and screaming about the fire at the top of his lungs. they didn't have a fire department. and most people were careful enough about it that they didn't have to worry. so the townspeople would have to put it out themselves. himself included.
oh god, he hoped she was okay. please. please let her be okay, he thought. what if she was stuck inside? he tugged his phone back out, dialing her number quickly but to no avail. no pick up. he didn't hear her voice except for in her voicemail. and that was more than enough to make him run faster, faster, faster. he stumbled, heading in the direction of the quinn household. vivian jumped the fence around the area, rushing towards the house and looking for a way inside. flames were licking up the wooden paneling, tendrils reaching high into the night sky. his eyes were wide, fearful. more helpless now than ever. he turned back and forth, trying to find a way to put out the fire. skye? where was she? he ran the perimeter of the building before he caught sight of the fallen girl. eying the rock near her hands, his gaze turning towards the window.
oh god, her parents. he moved to hook his arms beneath her legs, an arm wrapping around her waist gently before carrying her a good enough distance away from the fire before he set her down. he looked back at the building, watching some of the townspeople rush in and try to douse the flames that only rose higher and higher. the smell of ash permeating the air. he gently leaned her back against a wall, resting her arm over her stomach before he got up. vivian looked down at the girl, letting his eyes roam her form as he tried to figure out whether or not she was alright before he rushed to help the others. she was alright. hit her head and aveline would need to check her out and see if she'd be alright. but for now, he had to try and help save her parents.
he didn't want her to be left alone in this world. he knew that the other had no relatives. and not very many friends to rely on - although, that was a given considering her reserved nature - and he definitely knew. he wouldn't be enough. he had never been so scared in his life. never. nothing could compare to this moment right now. what would happen to skye after this? if they - no, when - they saved her parents, they'd have to be in the hospital for some time. he could only hope that they had made it out like their daughter and were just lying down somewhere nearby the house. he could only hope for her sake. he glanced at the unconscious form of the girl, gently biting down onto his bottom lip before turning back to the now raging inferno. nothing could scare him more than this moment right now.
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Post by SKYE Q. on Aug 20, 2013 17:16:17 GMT -6
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[/div] There were people around her. People who had come to her aid. Come to help her save her parents. Skye opened her eyes to see herself sitting leaned against a wall opposite her house. The house that was still very much on fire.
She cried out, tears welling up in her eyes again, as she watched a few people talk amongst themselves in a hurried manner and a few others carrying buckets of water to throw onto the flames in vain.
Her parents were still inside, weren't they?
The shock of losing her parents finally got to her as she screamed from the top of her lungs, calling for her mother and father. The roof was caving in, and after a few minutes she could only see the charred mess that used to be her parents' bedroom.
The bedroom that she had ran into, smiling and jumping onto the bed to be held by their comforting arms after her first day of school. The bedroom she had sobbed herself into when she had heard monsters under her own bed, afraid to be eaten in her sleep, so had been allowed to sleep with her beloved mom and dad.
That bedroom was gone now.
Wait, hadn't she tried to break through the window? The window that was now lying shattered on the grass where she had stood just moments ago. Why was she not inside? She had tried to break through the glass, to crawl inside, to save her parents, but she was sitting so far away. Why? Who had put her there? She couldn't have sat down here by herself. Not when her parents were still inside. Inside the broken pile of mess.
Then she saw him. The back head of a certain purplette she had been seeing a lot lately. The back head of the guy who had made her laugh and baked her cookies. The guy who had made her feel comfortable. And she wasn't around most people, so it had been a rare feeling. A strange feeling.
It was a even stranger feeling to see him there now. In front of her scorched house. And he wasn't there to give her cookies, she knew.
Had he come for her? She remembered calling him for a split second, but she didn't even recall what she had said. Or if he had even picked up.
But he was there.
"Vivian!"
The name of the purplette was cried out in pain, and when he turned his head to look at her, she couldn't hold back her tears. The weight of what had happened, and the fact that this boy was there because of her - it made everything too much to handle. She couldn't keep herself together.
tags: prince vivian and my man, kanra
words: 457
notes: so much angst wow [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] [newclass=.plip1]background-color: #000; height: 5px; width: 350px; color: dedede; overflow: hidden; transition: 0.8s;-moz-transition: 0.8s; -webkit-transition: 0.8s; -o-transition: 0.8s;[/newclass][newclass=.plip1:hover]height: 100px; transition: 0.8s;-moz-transition: 0.8s; -webkit-transition: 0.8s; -o-transition: 0.8s;[/newclass] |
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Post by VIVIAN L. on Aug 21, 2013 1:15:23 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;] | | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;] it felt like an eternity had passed before the flames had stopped reaching higher and higher before finally they were gone entirely. he had been helping out out the fire as much as he could. he had wanted to go inside and try to get her parents out, but. they wouldn't let him inside. it was too dangerous. it wouldn't be safe. there was too much smoke. too much heat. and even more so, there was no way he would be able to make two trips in trying to save them both. but before he had known it, vivian was greeted with the smoldering ashes of what had once been the quinn household.
he had barely heard her scream when she did. the purplette remaining, standing in front of the household. mostly in shock. some of the people were upset. as far as he knew, they were kind people. he had never met them himself. but he would have liked to. he would have liked to meet them and perhaps get their approval should he and her get that far, but. he supposed that perhaps now was not the most appropriate time to think about such things. right now, he had to try and get skye through this. through all of this. the loss of her parents, her home, everything that was supposed to protect her. she didn't have very many people to rely on after all, did she?
he turned to look when she had said his name, the teen frowning slightly when she had burst into tears. he glanced back over his shoulder at the various adults remaining at the site, perhaps in shock. any deaths in a small town like this was startling. terrifying even. he turned back and ran towards the girl. skye. he knelt down beside her, gently brushing away the tears when he could. vivian looked down briefly, debating his words. what was he supposed to say in this kind of situation? that he knew how she felt? that he understood? it would only make the situation worse.
his lips parted for a moment, vivian still struggling with the words before he finally spoke. "skye," he began slowly, biting down onto his bottom lip. what was he supposed to say? how could he comfort her? "everything is going to be alright. it'll work out. it'll be okay." he was afraid to say that he didn't know if she'd be okay. he didn't know where she would live. how she'd be able to accept the death of both her parents at once. he didn't know how this would affect her until it happened. no one ever could. "... it's okay to cry for as long as you need to. i'll be right here for as long as you need me to be. okay?"
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Post by SKYE Q. on Sept 9, 2013 4:56:57 GMT -6
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[/div] She could taste salt. Salt and water. It was a terrible taste, because who even ever drank salted water? It was all over, however. Not just on her tongue, but on her cheeks and own her throat -- she was crying so much the tears completely covered the lower parts of her face.
But then there was a gentle touch to her skin. A soft wipe below her eyes, keeping the tears from staining her face for a few seconds. It was futile, however, because in a few moments there was another bead of salt trickling down her right cheek, dropping into the dark grass underneath them.
Even though Skye couldn't help but pour her eyes out, she could feel Vivian beside her. And though it didn't make her stop crying, it did make her feel a little better. A little safer. From the terrifying minutes before, the deadly inferno she could have perished in.
Vivian had come to her. He had come there in the dead of night, for her. Had he been awake already? Or was he a light sleeper?
His silky voice spoke out to her. Saying her name. She didn't look up, but instead gripped onto his shoulders and almost threw herself onto him, burying her face in the cove of his neck. He was the only person she had left that she could think of. Despite them only having met a few times before, the fact that he was there for her now meant something. They were at least friends. And he was her only friend there right then.
The crying halted, but she couldn't do anything but cling onto Vivian's body. It wasn't even a strong hold, as she was feeling the energy seeping out from her body for every second. After a while she would be powerless, a weak lump sitting on the grass outside her burnt down house.
His next words went unnoticed. Almost as if she had gone deaf by the grief. The only thing that mattered to her right now was that he would stay right there. Stay so she could linger in his embrace - the only thing that was keeping her from falling into the deep abyss of depression - and possibly try to steal some strength from him.
".. Thank you." It was almost a whisper.
She had stopped crying now. Her hands were limp from exhaustion, and the only thing on her mind right now was the big stain on Vivian's shirt from her tears. Everything else was black. She kept looking at the same spot on Vivian's chest, the part that moved up and down as he breathed. Good, he was breathing. Was she?
Her throat had shut itself off, keeping air from flowing in and out of her lungs. There was no awareness, only the sight of Vivian's chest heaving. Maybe she thought she was breathing by looking at him breathing, but it didn't matter ultimately for her own, because within a few seconds her hold on his arm loosened, and her whole body went limp.
tags: prince vivian and my man, kanra
words: 511
notes: so much angst wow [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] [newclass=.plip1]background-color: #000; height: 5px; width: 350px; color: dedede; overflow: hidden; transition: 0.8s;-moz-transition: 0.8s; -webkit-transition: 0.8s; -o-transition: 0.8s;[/newclass][newclass=.plip1:hover]height: 100px; transition: 0.8s;-moz-transition: 0.8s; -webkit-transition: 0.8s; -o-transition: 0.8s;[/newclass] |
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Post by VIVIAN L. on Sept 15, 2013 13:57:08 GMT -6
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his heart ached, he thought. he could hear her sobs, could feel her trembling in his arms. perhaps because she needed something, someone to hold onto to keep from falling apart entirely. he could understand it. of course, he could. something like that had happened, he thought. maybe he was selfish in thinking that he was happy that skye at least had made it out alive. no real injuries outside of ones that no amount of bandages or surgery could ever cure. he rested his head on top of her's, closing his eyes quietly as he held on. as if he was trying to protect her from the truth of the matter as best as he could. only because there was nothing else that he could do for her at the moment. except be there for her. and try to keep her from crying anymore.
the crying eventually came to a stop, the violet haired teen gently brushing his fingers through her soft brown hair in a feeble attempt of comfort. however small. it was only a little while longer before she grew limp in his arms and the townspeople had come to tell him of what had happened. although, he was almost sure that he already knew. they asked where he was going to take her for the night. vivian moved her carefully, laying her across his arms before he got up from the ground. an arm tucked beneath her knees, the other supporting her back and holding her to his chest. his house would have to do for now. he headed back home then, carefully opening the door only to have his mothers almost yell at him before he got the chance to explain what had happened.
he headed into his room then, setting her down on his bed and pulling the blankets over her before he moved to head out of the room. whispering a soft goodnight before shutting the door and heading back out of his house for the time being. he hoped she would be alright. there was only so much that he could do for her at this very moment, he thought. he looked up at the sky then, leaning against the door frame of his front door. there was not a single star in the sky.
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