{Kura} 'Cuz We are Broken

[Cherish Rose Belmont]

Sitting in an office for twelve hours on end was such a tedious job, even Cherish had to admit. She hated sitting at that desk, yet it somehow ensured her survival. Somehow it made her feel safe…but stressed at the same time. Paper after paper just seemed to flood onto her desk, and sometimes it was hard to deal with. True, all she needed to do was sign them, but still, it could be overwhelming easily. She sighed as yet another stack appeared on her desk, growling lightly beneath her breath as she began to scribble on the paper. Her hand writing was getting messier and messier and she hated it. She knew she had to go out, she had to get out; but could she? It was nearly twelve in the morning and someone would surely notice if she left at this hour. So she would take a chance. She grinned to herself, the grin soon turning into a smile. She got up silently, her dark satin dress falling just beyond her knees as she walked towards the door. She looked around for a moment before placing her hand on the doorknob, smiling as it began it freeze and harden to complete crystal ice.

Moving to the window, she gently opened it, letting in a cold breeze. She smiled, letting her manicured claws grip onto the windowsill, her heels clacking against the building as she climbed out and left the window cracked, wedged open with a piece of ice. Her heels froze on contact with the building as she walked steady, straight up down to the ground floor. She walked off the building as if someone was walking off an escalator, sighing and flipping her blonde locks over her right shoulder as she headed to the park. She felt a small drizzle begin, seeing clouds above her forming, but not caring. Rain never touched her. It never could touch her. She laughed to herself. It was a small, hindered laugh though. It was always bad to be out in the open like this, but she had been in that damn office for 16 hours straight. She needed a break.

Ever so gently she walked over to a bench beneath a tree, sat down and crossed her right leg over her left. She took out a book and began to flip through the pages.

This wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

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[Kura]

Though the musk of precipitation hung like a curse in the air, the wee hours of the morning thankfully stayed rain free. The sun could not be seen yet but rays of its light could already be detected illuminating the dark cloudy sky bit by tiny bit. At this ungodly hour, most of the town was still asleep, burrow deep into soft nests of comfort. The streets were mostly deserted save for a handful commuting to and from work.

At a time like this, the park was definitely deserted, its cheerful occupants having left hours before to continue with their blissfully ignorant lives. And yet, a lone figure swayed around the sparse trees, back and forth until it looked like a discordant dance to the cacophony of an invisible orchestra. With visibility obscured by the low light, the figure could have been a ghost, floating with a shaky grace that should not have been there. And indeed, even upon closer inspection, the figure, the girl, could have passed for an apparition.

Her ebon clothes still tried to dissolve into the disappearing shadows while her pale skin, flushed with sweat, stood out with stark contrast against all the black. Saffron eyes narrowed, hardening against the pain that threatened to overflow. Specks of scarlet decorated her chin and she wondered how bad her wounds were. She had hit a metal pole straight on, which, in itself, was enough to break a few bones. Kura supposed she was lucky she hadn’t shattered her spine with that impact, though she still dared to push her luck and curse under her breath, wishing for less of the bloody things (or none at all) to snap.

The girl still wasn’t quite sure what made her head towards the park. Sure, it was empty now, but in only a few hours, it would no doubt get its first visitors of the day. She should be headed back towards the Mill and absently, the girl wondered if they worried that she had stayed out so late. The thought brought a choked rumble of laughter to her lips, an action that she instantly cut short and regretted. Pain blossomed across her torso and saffron pools hardened, listening to the hiss escape her mouth. Her vision swam before her, making her brace herself against a tree. Of course they wouldn’t miss her; they probably wouldn’t even notice she was gone. A smirk spread across her features; she was just another tool after all.

Spitting out the blood that had gathered in her mouth, Kura grimaced. The adrenaline was already receding from her system and she knew she was bound to collapse without it. Her eyelids were feeling heavy and the prospect of unconsciousness seemed wholly inviting. Ignoring the pulse of pain that growling produced, she took another, then another.

The girl’s legs shook under the effort, protesting at her perseverance. And with a last half hearted effort, she simply just let herself lean against another tree, eyes drooping again and again. Hissing slightly, she slid down to sit in the dewy grass. In a moment of half formed thoughts and blurred vision, she thought she may have seen the vestiges of something (someone) horribly familiar (silver, so silver like pieces of metal). Then she just let her head rest against the damp trunk, waiting impatiently for her head to clear.