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Post by tessa on Jun 23, 2010 3:50:41 GMT -5
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Karla lay in the midst of the trash and the inky blackness, the sounds of the train going along the tracks distant and yet oddly comforting. It was most likely its pulsating rhythms that lulled her, but the woman sat calmly in the darkness, alone, listening to the trains click-click-click as it went along the tracks. She wans't exactly sure what time it was, all she knew was that it was dark in here. And that she was deathly ill.
She didn't have the energy to groan as another pain ripped through her midsection. She didn't even have the energy to vomit, though she knew it would help. She her breaths were shallow and ragged, and sweat poured off of her as if she were being sprayed by a soft hose. She had lost ten pounds already, the three days she'd been there, suffering in the filth, freezing and moving only so she would not piss herself. After a while she stopped peeing. Thats when she knew she was in real trouble. She was starting to remember more and more and was beginning to wonder if she had gotten sick from that drink she left alone for like, five seconds, at some bar a few nights ago.
She shuddered, a rat crawling across her back and squeaking shrilly. But... she was too exhausted...
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Karla awoke with the sound of a shrill, womans scream. Begging for help and mercy. Karla scrambled to her feet, just a bit too fast, and fell hard onto her ass. Her head bounced off a nearby concrete wall and blood filled her vision...
Blackness faded into more blackness as Karla's eyes opened reluctantly. She groaned this time and scrambled onto on of the boxes. She sat with her hands clasped on her knees, noticing how weak she was but how much better she felt. Okay, she thought, okay. I am sitting here, she looked around her, completely lost. How did I get here...? She thought she may have been given something like the date rape drug...whatever it was called... and so anything after that was a complete blur to her. She shivered and pulled up the suspicious blanket she had found herself lying on and threw it around her shoulders. She gagged at its, and her own, scent. Her greasy hair fell in tendrils around her dirt caked face. She looked like a regular homeless person.
She rubbed her biceps in a vain attempt to warm herself, then remembered her lighter. She didn't smoke or anything, she used it mostly because she could flip it open and closed. Also to burn threads off of her clothes. She fished for it in her pockets and felt her fingers tighten around it as she pulled it from her pocket. She flipped the light on and shuddered a sigh as the warmth wafted up to her freezing nose and face.
"ah..." she sighed in a cracked, alien voice. How the fuck do I get myself into these things? She wondered. More importantly, how was she getting out? She held a skeleton hand out with the lighter and searched for an exit. She couldn't find one.
What will she do?
"Help..." she croaked. Karla cleared her throat, "Help!"
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Post by tessa on Jun 24, 2010 23:07:19 GMT -5
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Karla cast a wary, sideways glance at the woman. She felt like telling her to leave her alone and piss off. Then she realized that she had, in fact, actually asked for help. And here help came. Maybe. She tried not to snarl too much as the woman came into sight, Karla training her eyes to make out some of the finer details. The woman looked remarkably like her: except for one thing. This woman, Karla decided studiously despite her present state of mind, had a strange look to her. Very strange indeed.... she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps it was that the insanity that Karla claimed to have, was true in this woman. But she didn't want to make any assumptions. She pulled the blanket over her shoulders and shifted on her box.
"Nobody threw me out..." she croaked indignantly, "I don't think..." she added thoughtfully. a little hesitantly. Was she thrown out? Was she actually someones 'toy', last night? Or... whatever night it was she ended up here? She wasn't that kind of girl. She pretended to be, but that was only to tease. Which was what she was: a tease. Not a slut. the thought that she might have slept with a random bar guy just made her feel sick and dirty. Especially if she couldn't remember it. She shivered and tried not to think about it. It was probably just a silly fear. Probably... not. But there was nothing she could do about it now, was there?
She looked up at the woman with bloodshot eyes, and a pale, zombie like, expressionless face. "I think I..." she stopped herself there as an overwhelming feeling to vomit rose like lightning in the back of her throat. She swallowed it down. "I think I am...sick..."
She thought about it for a moment.
Sick? She sounded like she was seven. No... this woman probably needed more to go on than just a- a mere suspicion. But her thoughts were all over the place. Trying to grasp one was like trying to catch a ray of sunlight with your bare hands. She hung her head and felt the hair fall over her face like a black curtain.
"Like..."
She stopped again with a sigh of frustration. Like what, Karla, like what? She wrung her hands nervously.
"I think... I was given... a drug, or-or something."
Was she? Again, an assumption. She never thought about it before, but she ran a finger along her arm, looking for the telltale bump and needle would have made. Nothing. She relaxed. If it was a drug, it was ingested. She just hoped it wasn't a highly addictive drug. Since she didn't know what it was she was not likely to access anymore if she was addicted but... it would put a serious kink in her year.
She shrugged haplessly. " I dun-no..."
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Post by tessa on Jun 27, 2010 14:49:44 GMT -5
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The still air was rank with her scent, and Karla could tell that she was pretty ripe. She didn't care, too much, though, for her head and heart were pounding. It seemed as if the world would not stay completely still. With every move of her head, the fluids in her brain and ears moved with it, and were having a hell of a time righting themselves again, making her wobble like a drunken foal. She blinked away at the swaying ground and gazed up at the terrifyingly nervous woman, who stood and giggled nervously. Her nervousness was all that Karla could bring herself to pick up on in her current state, being that her almost empathic sense was completely instinctual. Her eyes were bloodshot and ached with every movement against the dim-lit darkness, and with a sudden rush of anger she felt as if she could claw them out herself. She gave herself a minuscule shake and focused at the woman. She was pale and... very suggestively dressed. Karla, had she been in a right state of mind, would have found it a bit sexy. But she was too sick and too much in pain to be thinking about that for the moment.
She saw, with a sinking heart that the woman was backing away, and her heart fluttered like a hummingbird with fear. She reached out instinctively, "Please don't go!" she called hoarsely, barely a whisper. But the woman seemed to catch herself just then and paused. Karla was a bit unnerved at how intently the woman had been staring at her. but that was offset by the strange way in which Elise had been addressing her. Karla wondered what it was about the pet names she'd been called over the course of this conversation. She enjoyed being called 'pet' and 'ducks'. She didn't know why but she had the feeling that, recently, she'd seen worse. Besides, they seemed to be terms of kindness, like they were meant to calm her. She lowered her hand again and set it on her lap,
“ Poor pet, thrown out and abused. Let me help. “
Karla flinched as the woman advanced on her. She flinched whereas normally she would sit still and calmly. She flinched when she knew there was no danger. She flinched because, the woman was right. She had been abused.
Karla nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her eyes flashed white as she glanced nervously around her, and couldn't help but to have a fleeting moment of doubt. Should she accept this womans offer? Would she be safe with her? Karla's initial thought was no, merely because of that eerily nervous giggle of hers. Karla could tell that there was something wrong with this woman but she wanted to trust her. She had a feeling, just a feeling, that she'd be relatively safe, and that the woman was actually going to help. Besides, she'd take anything.
Karla gave one last, curt nod.
"Thank-" she made to stand, and found herslef on the floor doubled over in pain. Her eyes widened as her whole back ripped open in fiery, stinging pain, and she drew in a sharp, painful breath. And held it. And held it. And held it... BREATH!
She let it out and gasped, a trickling sensation running down her back and down her pants.
The words, die, bitch, die, branded across her shoulders and down her spine.
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Post by tessa on Jul 6, 2010 2:26:01 GMT -5
[/b] she croaked softly, "very, very lucky..."Whatever: just agree with the woman and hope to god she doesn't take too long. Karla closed her eyes, her breathing slow and deep and painful, and images from her childhood came rushing back. Her life wasn't a bad one. She'd lived well, aside from that one dark period in her life, but she still felt... incomplete. Like she hadn't done what she was put on this earth to do. She knew she was supposed to help Xara, and she wanted to, very much. She'd miss Xara and regretted doing this to her, the poor girl. But she had Max, who'd love and take care of her. That was the only thing she had to take care of, make sure of before she was killed. Karla would not be mourned, she thought, and it was probably for the best. She was still praying that the woman wasn't going to do what deep down in her darkest heart, Karla thought she was going to do. But she had to be prepared for it. And wait. She didn't mind waiting for the woman to kill her. She'd be patient. She expected it, even, but still swallowed sobs of fear, and replaced them with fat, rolling tears. She was hurt, broken, scared but she was still strong, and still pig headedly strong. She would not die begging on her knees, if she could help it. Karla lifted her head proudly, to look at the woman who only ever laughed at Karla's pain, who said she'd help but Karla was sure the woman was going to hurt her. And Karla couldn't help but let her feelings of abandonment and the utter pain that welled like a cannon ball in the pit of her stomach, and cried "she said she would help!" indignantly, like a crossed child in her thoughts. She looked the woman right in the face as she touched her wounds and felt the pain force itself through her eyes, into tears, and the blood around her dying, grey lips. "Very, lucky..."She thought about standing and even shifted her weight a bit as if she were going to. She imagined herself, in her minds eye, standing and facing the woman. But the woman in her imagination was strong, and healthy and could stand. Karla was still strong, but physically battered, and moving her weight thusly had been a terrible burden in itself. She blinked once in recognition up at the woman and her eyes darkened with fury, and calmed acceptance. She'd have to die on her knees. [/blockquote][/size][/ul]
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