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Jun 15, 2016 20:01:34 GMT -6
Post by DANICA WINTERS on Jun 15, 2016 20:01:34 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -WITH NO PLACE TO GO, NO PLACE TO GO TO DRY HER EYES BROKEN INSIDE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Danica wasn't exactly sure why she'd ventured into the woods. Then again, all she'd been doing as of late was walking around and exploring. Not because she was adventurous really, mostly because she had no where else to go. She was on the run now, yes she had some money but she didn't want to use it on accommodation. She wanted to keep it for food and water, those were things she would be in dire need of. Whereas with accommodation, if it came down to it she didn't mind sleeping on a park bench or two. Even staying in a motel for one night, would take a big chunk out of her money and she didn't want that. After all she wasn't getting money from anywhere, all she had was what she'd taken with her the night she left. Why was she on the run? It was due to her ex-boyfriend. One day when they were hanging out, he said that she had the ability to manipulate powers. Danica grew up in a mortal household, a household she believed to be her own, though it turned out it wasn't.
When she told her parents of what her boyfriend had said, they reveal that she had been adopted. Also including the fact her biological mother had been a wiccan, thus so was Danica. After receiving a text asking to meet up, Danica went to her boyfriends house. Where he rendered her unconscious, tied her up and told her he was a vampire and wanted to use her powers. Thankfully Danica was able to talk his accomplice into releasing her while he was out. That late night she ran home, gathered what she could of importance into her two bags and set off. Leaving a mere note to explain why she'd left. She knew her ex would come after her, he was stubborn like that. He wanted to use her, her ability really. But it was something Danica didn't understand, something she didn't know how to use or what aspects of it there were. As she walked through the woods she was stuck in thoughts. Her two bags with her, one back pack and a duffel bag strung over her shoulder.
Lost in her train of thought, she was suddenly brought back to reality when she thought she heard a noise behind her. Quickly her head turned to look over her shoulder, something she found herself doing a lot due to her paranoia. With her head turned she kept walking, which was a bad idea. Nervous eyes focus on what could be behind her, meant she didn't notice what was in front of her. With another step she walked into a dip in the woodland floor and fell becoming unbalanced due to the sudden change in level. "Ow" she hissed at the pain she felt after falling. Pushing herself up slightly she moved her duffel bag from her shoulder, along with removing her back pack. She moved to sit on the edge on the dip as she brought her hand up. Touching near her hair line by the corner of her forehead she hissed again, moving back her hand she saw blood on her finger tips. "Damn it" she huffed trying to wipe away the blood that was slowly beginning to trickle from the wound.
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tags: FREYA ALEXANDER words: 554 notes: Template credit to Nibbs
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▲ ❝ You act like it's you against the world but it's really just you against yourself. ❞
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Jul 7, 2016 1:40:07 GMT -6
Post by FREYA ALEXANDER on Jul 7, 2016 1:40:07 GMT -6
━ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME, STARING AT THE SUNSET━Freya’s life was like that of a fairytale, except for her tale the villain always won. It was the type of book when the roles were switched. The villains got the happy endings and the good folk got the bad endings. That was how her life had unfolded. Like a fairytale in reverse, and she wanted out. When Freya was a young girl she had always deemed herself a princess that needed saving, she was the damsel in distress. It was a fairytale, one that a little girl always deemed as true. The females needed saving by their knight in shining armor. Of course that all changed as she grew older, she realized that her life was in her own hand. That she would be the protector of her own life. Of course, she learned this all too late after she had been molded by her father into the perfect wife and sold into marriage, marriage to a forty-year-old man. She at the time had been only at the ripe age of seventeen, but her father had forced her into it. And she being the good little girl she was, followed his orders. She had been put into a long flowy white dress, one that showed off her curves and showed off a little cleavage, but enough for the eyes around her to see. Her hair was placed into a bun and she was placed before her new husband. A man that she had never met, and then as they were pronounced man and wife, she had kissed him. She followed the rules of marriage, followed them all. Except one. She had disappeared before the honeymoon, rebelling against her father and her husband, escaping through the bathroom window and into the night.
She had left for England to find her sister dead and quickly knew what she had to do. She changed her last name of sound more American had changed her clothing and had even cut and died her hair. No longer was she a full on dark brunette but a dirty blonde. Hair that shines like gold and bronze. And then she had met Evan. He was an adorable young man, a true friend that any Hungarian woman could want. He was a little bit older than her but he helped her out a lot. But that was it, they were just friends and probably wouldn’t be anything more. Not while Bartok was still legally married to her and not until she found her mother. Her mother was somewhere out there, she knew it. But right now her life was being thrown upside down, and she had only been in San Francisco for a few months.
But that didn’t mean anything when you were on the run, you just had to be prepared. And preparation was not something that Freya excelled in.
It was as she was on her normal jog through the woods that she had felt it or more like it ran straight through her. The pain from whatever wound had befallen the person had caused her to stop in her tracks. It felt like a migraine, and maybe because it was. Without even thinking of the consequences, she moved forward and it wasn’t long before she found the source. A woman, touching her bloody forehead. Freya moved closer, “Hey…you okay?” she questioned as she moved forward. “Let—Let me see.” she said, already invading the person bubble as she knelt down before her and slowly touched the bloody spot. Within seconds she could feel her magic stirring within her, slowly watching as the wound began to heal. While it was a medium size cut, it should have been healed already, but something was blocking her magic and the process was going agonizingly slow. Both in respects of healing and in the fact that she was forced to stay where she was, invading the woman’s personal space.
WORDS ;; 651 TAG ;; DANICA WINTERSNOTES ;; kinda left it for you to go whichever route you want!
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Jul 7, 2016 16:57:10 GMT -6
Post by DANICA WINTERS on Jul 7, 2016 16:57:10 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -WITH NO PLACE TO GO, NO PLACE TO GO TO DRY HER EYES BROKEN INSIDE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Despite the pain she was feeling, Danica also felt embarrassed and stupid. Her paranoia had caused her to hurt herself. She shouldn't have been looking behind her, she knew that. "What are you in a stupid horror movie Danica?" she asked herself in her thoughts. That's exactly what it had been like, the damsel always looking behind her when running from the threat. Except this time there was no threat, she was just so easily spooked now. Every corner she turned she was frightened Haiden would somehow be there. Paranoia was a horrible feeling, having to be wiry of people around you, watching you back twenty four seven. Right now watching her back had been what caused her to fall. Why she had been looking behind her was because she wasn't sure if someone was actually there. If she was certain she would have took off instantly and not looked behind her. If it came down to her running from someone, she wouldn't look behind her to see where they were. She would run and keep running until she got to an area with people. When you were out in plain sight of others, it would be hard for someone to attack you or kidnap you with ease. Danica knew that, she was an intelligent person.
If someone tried to kidnap her or attack her when other were around she knew they would help her. At least she hoped so. Though when Danica eventually had to run, her bags would be a problem. They would slow her down a bit, but she had no where to keep them, no home, no apartment or motel. Not even a storage unit. She was on the run, living on the streets. She didn't have a safe place for her belongings or even herself. Danica winced as she moved her hand from her forehead again. A head wound could sometimes lead to a concussion, but Danica knew she didn't hit her head hard enough to have one. It was just sore and bleeding, she was sure it would bruise as well later on. Though she couldn't see the wound she suspected she might need one or two stitches. A head wound could bleed quite a lot. There was now blood on the back of her hand as she had tried to wipe the trickling blood. Huffing she ran the back of her hand along the leaves of the ground to try rid the blood. Certain she heard footsteps her gaze snapped upwards instantly and she was right.
Her cautious eyes landed on a woman she moved closer asking if Danica was okay. Danica relaxed slightly, the one person she was afraid to run into was Haiden and it was obvious this woman wasn't him. "I- I'm okay" Danica muttered. She watched as the unnamed girl moved closer and knelt in front of Danica. She winced again as the woman touched her wound. "What are you doing?" Danica asked. She was asking out of curiosity, her voice remaining light and soft. Unknown to Danica when the woman had made contact, her own power had kicked in. Danica's power manipulation began to work subconsciously absorbing the healing power that was being used on her. With no control over this power she had no idea it was even happening, though Freya would notice when her power stopped working altogether. With no control Danica couldn't stop or start what she was doing, she couldn't chose whether to replicate or fully take the power of another. Though right now she had taken Freya's entire healing power unknown to herself. Danica's eyes moved to look up at Freya, her look innocent as always as she saw the confused look at Freya's face. "What happened?" she asked, not knowing she'd basically stolen her ability.
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tags: FREYA ALEXANDER words: 633 notes: Hope it works. If you need me to alter anything just let me know. Template credit to Nibbs
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