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Post by kola16 on Sept 17, 2012 19:40:19 GMT -5
  new york city. the city of hopes and dreams, or so they say. really it seemed like the city of lost hope and broken dreams, but who was she to judge. it wasn't like she had seen the entire united states, maybe this really was the city of dreams. new york city was definitely not a forgiving city though, that much was completely obvious. she had been in the city for a grand total of four days and so far she had spent all four of those days trying to find a place to stay, some things to do that would earn her a little cash and some food. at twenty one she was independent but she struggled, she had always struggled and felt that she always would. nothing in this life was free and no one was going to hand things out to you. she had learned at a very young age that people don't care about anyone other than themselves. no one loved her, no one ever had. her entire life had been one big storm that had no end in sight.
she made her way through the streets of the big city. looking like everyone else in her faded blue jeans, dark blue t-shirt and black jacket with black tennis shoes. maybe she could find a job in one of the little shops or something. just enough to get by during her stay in the city. she never tended to stay in one place for too long. maybe a few months, give or take a little. the longer she stayed in one place the more likely it was that she would get caught. she had put herself as far from romania as she could at this point but still she felt that it might not be enough. ana was one of those people that went through life constantly looking over her shoulder. she felt like someone was always watching her, always following her. that was just part of living a life on the run like she had been for the last three years. her and two others like her.
as she passed an alley that she assumed was empty something caught her eye. it was a guy and he had a gun held up to a woman who was crying. so many people were just walking by, unaware of what was happening. ana turned down the alley and as she got closer hollered to the guy "Hey buddy, why don't you find someone your own size to threaten?" she asked in a mocking tone. when the guy turned his gun to her she simply smirked a little at him. he told her to freeze, stop where she was, just turn and walk away or he would kill her too. she set down her bag and then with smirking smile replied "Bring it." the guy fired his gun at her but she easily dodged the bullet and moved up beside him. "Surprise" she whispered in his ear as she punched him in the throat and then aimed a well placed knee at his groin. as she stared to crumble to the ground she let a shoe connect with his head and knock him out. she wasn't going to kill him, this time.
she looked over at the woman and nodded slowly at her "Stay out of alleys" she said lightly and then turned and grabbed her bag before walking away. she hadn't gotten more than maybe twenty steps before she started to feel shaky and queasy. she knew this feeling. she looked around to find somewhere, anywhere to duck into for a little while. somewhere that wasn't too crowded. she spotted a small shop and made her way inside. once there she found a secluded corner with a cushioned chair and sat down, pulling her knees to her chest. her body started shaking, convulsing really. she bowed her head onto her knees and tried to concentrate on breathing as the seizure racked through her body. she hoped that no one would come across her like this because she didn't want to answer any questions. she just wanted this to pass and to find some way to get her hands on the medication that she needed to control the seizures.
muse; high
notes; <3
tags; open
outfit;
lyrics; all alright - fun.
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Post by cas on Sept 18, 2012 20:40:27 GMT -5
This was easy. Way too freakin’ easy. Want. Take. Have. That was the modo Cascia tended to follow religiously around New York City. How else was she supposed to get what she wanted? Sleep with people for a new black rimmed nose ring? I think not. Cascia preferred to do it the non-skanky and more criminal based way. There were better outcomes to this scheme, STD’s not included. This was mainly because Cascia never really got caught which was to be expected. She was a bit of a Ninja, pocketing just about anything at all the right moments. Besides, she knew where all the cameras were located, and it wasn’t like the sales associates were actually focusing on her anyways. The night life of New York was always busy especially tonight in this accessory store it seemed. A group of giggling and flirting girls who appeared extremely stuck up and fake glancing out onto the street through the open double doors of the shop at a Justin Bieber look alike. Really? Where at all was the taste in that? I mean deal with that hair flip for a second. Cascia had half the determination to walk right up to him and let him know that his “I’m too cool for an actual haircut” flip of the hair looked more like Tourette syndrome than a sexy gesture. But he was all the way out there, and let’s face it, Cascia was lazy. A man who appeared to be with his girlfriend but was secretly putting long stylish earrings up to his earlobes when she turned away. A hidden cross-dresser. How awesome was that? Two deaf women arguing to each other in sign language. Cascia was pretty sure if they weren’t careful, they would flick their hands clear off their wrists, either that or knock someone out accidentally with their crazy movements. There were people coming in and out, asking questions distracting the sales associates completely, irritated women customers trying to spend the least amount of money, frustrated male customers just trying to find something period, the woman curled up in the back corner of the store seizing. It was obvious that Cascia was not the center of their attention.
Wait….a girl seizing? Had Cascia seen that right? Her eyes focused on that back corner lounge which was used mostly during the day specifically for workers who were giving customers piercings. It was definitely a woman who looked like she needed help but judging by the way she was burying her face into her arms, Cascia was pretty sure she didn’t want the help or at least didn’t want to cause a scene. Something told Cascia that this definitely wasn’t the first time this had happened to the woman. Was Cascia the only one to see this occurring? Her eyes scanned the store, and no one seemed to notice anything. Part of Cascia just wanted to walk away succumbing to the Bystander Affect, but Cascia couldn’t bring herself to do that. She’d walked away enough don’t you think?
Cascia set the black rimmed nose ring back onto the clip where she had first got it from. Looks like she wouldn’t be stealing anything tonight. She quickly headed over to the woman in the back. As she walked up to her, her nervousness began to show. ”Okay, okay, okay, what can I do boo?” |
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Post by kola16 on Sept 19, 2012 13:59:05 GMT -5
her seizing was starting to slow a little, but not much. it was still shaking her body. luckily she wasn't like thrashing or anything, it was just a noticeable shaking. suddenly she heard a voice right in front of her. it was female voice. she hadn't been in new york long enough to meet anyone and so this was just some random person that had seen her sitting in a dark corner, by herself, seizing. it was probably a sight to see, but she figured new york probably had a lot of interesting things to see. she lifted her head up from her knees and looked at the girl that was standing in front of her. she had asked what she could do. there wasn't much that could be done. nothing could held ana except the medication that was such a pain to get a hold of. "Oh, umm, there isn't much that you can do really. It is just a neurological condition that I have always had. I just ran out of my medication" ana replied. her voice was still accented. even after all of her time in the states she still had her romanian accent.
"It should just stop on its own" she added, she didn't want this girl to worry about her. or worse, she didn't want this girl to call an ambulance or something ridiculous like that. ana did a good job of staying under the radar and she wanted to keep it that way. that meant not interactions with people of authority. what if they asked to see her license that she didn't have, or a birth certificate that she also didn't have. well she had these items but they were fakes and she was afraid that someone in an authority position might realize they were fakes and do some digging to see who she really was. to put things in simple terms, she was an illegal alien. she had zero paperwork that allowed her to be in the united states. ana had to rely on the fact that she could keep herself alive and stay out of trouble in order to keep herself here. she was safer in the united states than anywhere else at this point. she was a long way from home.
"I'm Ana" she added. anastasia olivia petrova, a name that she had given herself when she had escaped. at the facility they were given names that consisted of what generation they were and what number they were in that generation, that was all. they had given each other names though, growing up in the barracks. ana had been her name. when she had escaped she had simply extended the name and given herself a middle and last name as well. she would come to need a full name, so it was good to have. her license and birth certificate, the fake ones, read these names. they said she was from california. more lies. her entire life was one huge lie that just kept building on itself. soon it would all come crashing down on her. a life full of lies wasn't a life that could go on forever, but she was going to ride it until she couldn't anymore. her lies were keeping her alive and living was more important than the truth.
muse; high
notes; <3
tags; open
outfit;
lyrics; all alright - fun.
credits; template by twilightbright @ caution |
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Post by cas on Sept 21, 2012 11:16:05 GMT -5
Cascia had seen quite a lot of things in New York and even back in Detroit where she grew up, but a seizing woman was not one of them. At least not in person. She'd seen things on TV. Hell, her mom's favorite show was Grey's Anatomy. So, she had to endure just about every single episode. But when things like that came on, she was always distracted with text messages or something else and never really watched what someone could do in a situation like that. Of course, Cascia never really thought she'd have to worry about that though. Way to think ahead Cas! Was it like allergic reactions where you had to pull a hidden syringe from the side of the person's leg and jab it into the chest? Or was it like Diabetes with Insulin shots or even feeding the person a banana for a good source of insulin? Cascia had no idea.
But just as Cascia was about to decide to screw this girl's feelings about causing a scene, Cascia could see the seizures slowing and the girl's head rise as she spoke in a.....what kind of accent was that? Romanian? Czechoslovakian? As much as Cascia had no interest in school, she did find history interesting if she didn't have to read the damn books. Besides, she could perfect a few accents of her own....although she was pretty sure this girl's was real. It sounded so pretty too. Cascia chuckled sliding the back of her hand across her forehead. "Whew! It's a good thing because I'd have no clue where to even start with this one. Not too good with that kind of stuff." It was the truth. To be honest, Cascia could barely take care of herself let alone another person especially when it involved medications and such. When her grandma came to live with them, it was Cascia's responsibility to get her the medications she needed every morning. Yeah that went real well. After two days everyone had wondered why things were getting wonky with her. Low and behold, Cascia messed up and gave her grandma her dad's testosterone pills instead. So, Cascia was relieved knowing that the bulk of this woman's survival at this moment didn't fall to Cascia.
When things seemed to die down completely, the girl introduced herself as Ana. Cascia nodded. "Cascia, and yes I know my name sounds weird. Just nod and smile. My parents are just that batshit crazy." She laughed. "And I gotta know or its really gonna bug me all day. Romanian or Czechoslovakian?" Cascia asked referring to the girl's nationality. |
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Post by kola16 on Sept 22, 2012 2:13:30 GMT -5
ana offered the girl a small smile. she didn't blame the girl for not knowing what to do about someone having a seizure. "I don't think many people would know what to do. I have had them since I was really young so I am just used to them at this point" she replied. it was a semi-honest answer. she had had them since she was young but she was just leaving out the reasons to why she had them. that wasn't important at this point in time though. "Usually I take tryptophan but I haven't been able to get a hold of any for a while now" she added. she didn't know why she was telling this girl about this, but she thought that maybe she could help her get her hands on some by some stroke of miracle.
when the girl said that he name was cascia, ana did what the girl said and smiled and nodded but then added "I don't think it is that weird. I like unique names. My full name is Anastasia." she did love different names, the plain ones just didn't have the same ring to them. besides who wanted to have that same name as a million other people. ana was really surprised when cascia asked whether ana's accent was from czechoslovakia or romania. she hadn't expected someone to be able to tell where she was from just based on her accent. she could lie and say she was czechoslovakian but then if cascia asked her any questions about her home in czechoslovakia then she wouldn't be able to answer them. she figured she might as well just tell the truth this time. at least then she could make up a believable story if cascia wanted details. she knew plenty about romania.
"Romanian. How did you know?" she asked curiously. she thought that if she could get this girl to talk about herself more then she wouldn't be as apt to ask questions about ana's life. it did intrigue her that this girl could know the general region just based on a few words that ana had said. ana's accent wasn't even as strong as it had been when she had first moved from romania. her accent had become sort of diluted by the english language. she still wrote everything in romanian though, she didn't want to become rusty on her first language. "What about you? Where are you from? You definitely don't talk like a New Yorker" ana asked with a small laugh. she got a kick out of the new yorker accent, it just sounded funny to her. it never dawned on ana that her own accent probably sounded funny to the new yorker's as well.
muse; high
notes; <3
tags; open
outfit;
lyrics; all alright - fun.
credits; template by twilightbright @ caution |
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