Nothing else can fix me

Emne: Nothing else can fix me Tirs Maj 11, 2021 6:36 pm

DATE | 11 may
TIME | 11 pm
WEATHER | Drizzling weather
ATTIRE | outfit

Breath Rose, breathe
Her hazel eyes looked down at her broken phone, what had she done? This was taking it too far. Way too far.
She had gone to Southside for the purpose of buying a gun. That had gone quite smoothly on from the academy had told her where she could find one. And how had a pretty, well of girl ended up here some might ask?

Rose took in a deep breath as pressed her back up against the cold wet brick wall. It had started out with the small things. Showing up late from school, skipping classes. Then it was hanging out with the outcast at school, smoking behind school property. She had even gone off to some parties where she had been drinking way too much ended up passing out and waken up in situations her brother would have reprimanded her for.
But with her powers she was always so good ad hiding away from her family what went behind locked doors.

But then why was she running? She looked down at the bag of white powder in her hand. Robbing a gang member for his drugs wasn’t the brightest idea that she had had this year. But the thrill of it all had just brought back the feeling something other than sadness, overpowering and all-consuming grief. Even if it had been only for a minute or two.
She heard the voices behind her and started running ago, even with her werewolf powers it was clear she was losing stamina, but somehow, she shook them off as she entered the park. She looked over her shoulder and just as she did, she bumped into another person. With shaking hands, she took out the gun and pointed it towards him. “back off!” she said with a shaky voice.

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Outfit Black pants, grey shirt and his Southside Serpents jacket.

Standing sheltered underneath a tree in the park Eric had folded his hand a in front of his lighter to shelter the flame from the breeze. With a couple of flicks on the lighter a fire lit and he could light his cigarette. He gave it a few puffs before he started to walk out in the rain. He just wanted to stand in the rain and feel his face get wet and his hair heavy and flat.

But it didn’t last long as someone ran directly into him, making him stumble a little before he quickly turned his sight to what seemed to be a frustrated and confused young girl. Standing with a gun in her shaking hands, pointing directly at him. He raised his hands up trying to signal that she should stop; he was not going to neither give up or back away. “Woah, easy there,” he said still with his cigarette in one hand. “Put the gun down,” he said. He didn’t know her, so there was no way of knowing if she was a runaway from Eichen House or if she was just ‘a normal person from Aston’ being scared. No matter what, this person was dangerous to anyone around her with a gun in her hand. By now, he was thinking of how he could get the gun from her without any of them being hurt.

Emne: Sv: Nothing else can fix me Ons Maj 12, 2021 7:47 am

It wasn’t like she wanted to hurt anybody. She wasn’t that kind of person, but she just wanted to feel something. Anything really. So, as he stood their hand raised high asking her to stop, or at least just put the gun down. It was like he was saying that she should continue with whatever she was doing right now. Of course, she knew this was bad, and she should put the gun down, but something in her brain just didn’t want to listen right now as she didn’t move a muscle to actually put the gun down.
“No, no! Just, go away!” she half screamed at him, she felt how heavy the gun started to feel in her hands. Tears started gliding down her face as she couldn’t control the feelings raging inside of her. Then she heard it, the voices behind her, the same voices that had been running after her this entire time. The reason she had been pushed further into southside and was now standing in a park.

“I see her!” a voice tried out, and she could feel the presence and the smell from the person just as he was about to tackle her. Without thinking she turned around and fired. “Shit she shoot Pharrell!” a second voice cried out “Let’s get the fuck out of here, the serpents aren’t to be messed with” words of we’ll get you later were yelled after that. But she didn’t hear, all she saw was the kind laying on the ground screaming in agony from the hole in his shoulder. The gun in her hand fell down to the ground as she stood there just looking.
She had shoot someone, she had actually shot someone. She totally forgot about the guy standing behind her as she fell down her knees and pressed her hands on the bleeding wound “Oh my god, no, no, no – No! What did I do, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” she whimpered not hearing the sirens in the distance coming nearer.

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Eric shook his head slightly and slowly, to tell her he was not going to go away. She needed some kind of help. Tears even glided down her face. He could almost see how this was a desperate act – but then again, you could never be too sure. For a short moment he saw people come running in their way. They were from another gang, so he probably wouldn’t be able to talk them down. She had probably done something stupid.

Suddenly, it felt like the world was going in slow motion – and for once, he was not using his power. She had turned around and immediately fired. The guy fell to the ground and the other members ran the other way. Scared of what the Serpents would be willing to do. She was indeed almost dressed like a Serpent. Which also meant that she may or may not have created unwanted war between these two gangs. Stirred up some dirt.
She dropped the gun and fell onto her knees desperately trying to stop the bleeding wound. Eric quickly picked up the gun and put it in the back of his pants, hidden underneath his big leather jacket. Sirens were closing in and he hurried closer to the wounded to see what kind of shape the person was in. With a quick study, without putting his hands on him, he determined that this wasn’t the worst she could’ve done. He hurried to the gal and tried to put his arms around her. “He’ll be alright. We have to go, gril. We have to go now!” he said hoping that they would be able to get away before the police. “The police will aid his wounds, let’s go!”

Emne: Sv: Nothing else can fix me Søn Maj 16, 2021 3:40 pm

Rose was in such a state that she didn’t register the movement that the guy did and didn’t really react as he put his arm around her. It was like static as he told her that he would be alright, then the words; we have to go also really didn’t register in her, it was only the last words; now!. She staggered to her feet as he pulled her up, police? Her brown eyes flew towards his face as her lips started to tremble what did he mean? Then she heard the sirens, and the world came crashing down, the smells, the sounds the feeling of the drizzling rain on her skin. But worst of all the overwhelming beating of the person on the ground and theirs mixing in.
“let’s go” she repeated almost breathlessly and started running after him, it was clear her legs wasn’t listing to what she wanted them to do, and almost fell but with his support she quickly regain her balance and started to speed up clearly faster than a normal human. But she was so weak, weak for the new moon and all the emotions rushing through her mind. Where were they going? Where was he taking her, and would she even be safe with a person that would help someone who had just shoot another person?
“Where are you taking me?” she said through a staggering breath and looked over her shoulders, she could see the blue and red lights telling them the police were now at the scene, what if they got them? What would her family say when they had to pick her up from the police station, wait, would they even be able too? Was shooting a person not enough just to put you into prison? Why couldn’t she remember anything right now!

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They got to their feet and within a short moment it seemed like she came to her senses. They had to go. They started running, him supporting her. She was way too young to get into trouble, and he didn’t wish for anyone that they got into some criminal shit when they still had a chance of getting a successful life. Though, this girl had looked like a serpent, except for the missing logo and the fact that he knew nothing about this girl, he had a suspicion that her clothing might’ve been a cover of some sort – or just a sense of style.
He was quick to support her, so she didn’t fall to her knees. She was faster than normal humans, he did notice that, since she didn’t have that much trouble following him; him being able to run at almost any speed he wished to.
“To a safe place,” he replied, keeping his eyes focused and straight ahead. He didn’t have to know how far away or how close the police were. Knowing every twist and turn in Southside it wouldn’t take long before they reached the area that was more or less filled with Serpents; being close to the bar The Serpents.
They turned around a corner and he stopped, pulling slightly at her arm to make her stop too. From his pocket in his pants he pulled out a handkerchief and took her hands. “I’m Eric,” he said and started to remove as much blood as possible from her hands, “Everything is going to be handled, okay?” he said and looked up at her once, to make sure she wasn’t going into some kind of shock.

Emne: Sv: Nothing else can fix me Lør Maj 22, 2021 7:29 pm

A safe place? Her being a little farther behind than him, looked at his neck trying to understand why he would even help her. She had been pointing a gun at this man, she had shot another person in front of him, she was hysterical and properly suicidal. No, Rose did not get this guy and she didn’t really understand why she was following him without questioning it besides asking were to.

As they turned a corner, and he made a hold she almost bombed into him. “Sorry” she mumbled and looked up with her golden-brown eyes. She flinched as he took out a handkerchief and started to try of her hands, she hadn’t even realized they were covered in blood before she looked down and saw why he was cleaning them.
My name is Eric, she took in a sharp breath and looked up he had pulled her out of a slight panic attack of being dirty. She needed to get clean, she needed to wash her hands.
Her hands started to shake while she kept trying to get her breathing under control. Everything was going to be handled, how? How could this ever be okay!?
“Oh my god, I shot a person” she choked out and just starred at the blood not really being able to process any of what was happening.

**Antal indlæg** : 91

Eric didn’t mind that she was almost bumping into him. He was almost used to it. He noticed how she flinched when he pulled out the handkerchief, but he didn’t really have time to sort out all of her problems. Like, did people hit her at home or something?
Her hands shook, and he tried to keep them as still as possible in his hands, but it was difficult. She was getting hit by a state if shock, and he needed to be observant of how it hit her, how she would be reacting to this. First stop in her state was realizing what had actually happened. He tried to hush her, tried to calm her. “He’s okay. He will be okay,” he said. Her hands were still bloody, but he had to give up on it immediately. “Hey, girl. Look at me. Look at me,” he repeated until he got his attention, or at least her eyes. “You defended yourself,” he said tightening the grip around her hands. “If you hadn’t done it would’ve been both of us instead of only one,” he tried. “And he is going to be okay,” he said. He knew that it was possible that she carried more weapons, but he let go of one of her hands to wrap his arm around her, soon followed by the other. “You’ll get though this,” he whispered. He held her tight trying to comfort her. Hopefully he helped her – but maybe everything just got worse.