A Runaway for the Everyday

[dagurl]

Carys meandered a half seen path in the early morning sun. The sun glinted off her blonde hair, enhancing her delicate features. She sulked through the forest, pulling a hood over the striking hair. Her nose snuffed at an odd smell and she kicked the rotting skunk off the path. She shoved her hands into the large pocket in front of her stomach as it was a part of her hoodie(sp?).

The Welsh girl sat in the middle of the path, in a spot of sun just large enough for her thin figure. Her head hung in front of her as the early sun beat on her dark grey clothes. She felt so lonely and so left out. Carys knew running away from the horrid orphanage in France was a correct choice but she felt as though she had dishonoured her father. She sniffed back a tear, yet its own force was more powerful than hers and a singular tear slid down her already soaked cheeks. How many times had it been now? How many times had she cried within the past week. If only each tear could talk.

Carys sat in the rays, soaking in their warmth for she had no other source. Her heart had forzen and her feelings were either dead and shot or overexerted and overly sensitive. She fisted her hand and rubbed hard across her cheek, swiping the wetness off. The girl raised her face to the rays, letting them fall and twirl over her face, highlighting nothing and shadowing nothing within the same time. She then rolled to her knees and stood, figuring she'd be better off in an orphanage than out in the middle of nowhere, which was a somewhere she didn't know. Yet Carys realised she'd need money for the plane ticket back. And she's be punished for stealing plane money to begin with.

The girl sighed and shrugged to no one and began talking, again to no one. "At least the orphanage was warm. And there was food. And clean clothes. Out here... I've got nothing." She then realised she was convincing no one but herself. A sob flooded over her and she began running to nowhere, following nothing but the deer path in front of her flying feet. Yet her tears had flooded her eyes and she soon tripped, landing awkwardly on her ankle. Carys quickly became mad at the rock. Yet she held herself back and popped a little whitish pill and thought happy thoughts while the pill took effect.

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[Alira Sweetnam]

She sighed, walking through the forest, careful to stay away from the sun in case any other humans were there. Far off, she heard someone, speaking to themselves. 'At least the orphanage was warm. And there was food. And clean clothes. Out here... I've got nothing.' a female voice had said. She sounded so much like Alira did when she first came here. Maybe... Alira thought. No. I can't trust her just because she was only slightly like me. Besides. She's.. a human.. Alira continued with her thoughts, watching as the blonde began to run. Alira followed her, wondering where this blonde was going.

She watched from behind a tree as the girl fell, putting something.. white in her mouth. A pill? Alira knew it wasn't just candy. Alira had tried taking pills before in an attempt of suicide, only to become 'happy' and pass out, waking hours later. It was hard to kill a vampire. No matter how many times Alira tried, it hadn't worked. She thought of moving closer, but instead watched, moving slightly, but making a loud noise. She froze, hoping the girl hadn't heard her.

[dagurl]

Carys heard a snapping sound and grabbed another pill. "Not today Carys" she spoke to herself, taking the pill down dry like the first. She tapped her knee impatiently. Her pills were slowly running out. And she didn't know how much longer that her current supply would last. After all, she needed them if she didn't want to go insane.

The girl tapped her knee quickly and impatiently, looking at the surrounding woods. She notted the green of the leaves and the rich brown of the bark yet she felt no closer to the woods than she had to the woman back in France. She frowned and sighed inwardly. She couldn't understand why everything bad happened to her. Carys realised she was destined to fail. Karma had set her up in an evil manor. She was getting the payback for her parents.

Carys stood and whiped the dirt and leaves off her skinny jeans, taking an overly long time of ten minutes, making sure no sticks stuck and no leaves hung on. She let her hood fall and brushed her fingers through her hair, allowing the blonde to cascade over her shoulders. She hunched her shoulders lightly as she began walking forward.

[Alira Sweetnam]

She watched as the blonde took another pill, hearing her thoughts. So her name is Carys.. Alira thought. Alira watched as the blonde stood up, beginning to walk forward. She noticed how.. Normal Carys was dressed compared to her own black skinny jeans, black corset, and hot pink arm/leg warmers. She stepped out from behind the trees and began walking, following the blonde but pretending not to notice her.

[dagurl]

Carys sniffed in, picking the scent of flowers from the side of the footpath. She stopped and smiled as she plucked a fully bloomed dandilion from the weeds. Carys had always wondered why dandilions were called weeds when they were the most beautiful yellow flowers, right after daisies and lillies in her mind anyways.

She took the dandilion and pinned it in her hair, allowing the yellow to fade to yellow blonde. Carys smiled and picked a dying dandilion, blowing on the seeds and wishing for something she didn't know. She watched the dandilion seeds flutter in the slightest breeze and fall to the earth.

Carys walked along a little ways, content in watching nothing, and enjoying the absence of everything. She realised the pill was kicking in when she pasted a birch tree and its white bark. She pulled out her camera and snapped a quick photo, documenting the gorgeous bark.

The girl then heard footsteps from behind and she pounded on her own forehead. "Work faster you stupid medicine" she mumbled annoyed. She looked at another pill and realised it'd be best to save it for a later occasion, for her supply was dwindling fast now for some reason.

[Alira Sweetnam]

She watched Carys. Such an interesting girl.. she thought. She watched her again, smiling when she heard her thoughts. She walked faster, watching Carys to see what she'd do. So apparently, her pills were for some kind of condition she had.. But what? She thought of saying something to see what Carys would do, but she didn't just randomly say things to people. She rarely said anything to anyone.

[dagurl]

Carys stopped pounding her skull in when the sounds disappeared. She sighed happily and began her walk again, adjusting her grey sweatshirt. Yet the sun was beginning to show more and more of itself and it soon got too warm under the sweatshirt to keep it on.

Carys stripped off the grey shirt, fiddling with her as-nice-as-I-can-look-without-a-comb hair. Underneath was a simple lightish red tee that had been through the wash many times. Its graphic had faded but there was a Beetles symbol, without a doubt. Carys patted her shirt down and frowned, the last remnant of her home. She frowned at the thought of her oldest home, back in Wales with her mother and father.

Yet she was here now and here is were her present was. And maybe her future if she didn't return to France. Carys walked as she tied the grey sweatshirt around her waist. Her shoes scuffed the small dirt path, kicking dust onto her dark washed skinny jeans. She knew she looked like a mess and it was all she could do to refrain herself from cleaing herself up in a timely fashion.

[Alira Sweetnam]

She watched as Carys stopped, taking off her sweatshirt and fixing her hair. Alira followed still, her footsteps sounding louder, knowing the girl could hear her. She moved even faster, only a few feet behind Carys now. Lost? she said, and it took her a moment to realize that she'd said it aloud rather than in her head. It made her wonder what the girl was going to do about Alira speaking to her. If she'd think she was just hearing things, or if she'd turn around to look and see the vibrant vampire.

[dagurl]

Carys brushed of her knees dully and in a most bored manor. She heard footstep like sounds get louder and closer so she banged her palm against her forehead. Yet there was a sound more than a footstep. It had said "Lost?". The sudden lack of absence of everything caused Carys to go into shock. It wasn't her head now and she was sure of it.

Carys swallowed hard and unfroze herself, turning slowly to face the person who had spoke. She found the person to be a girl, not unlike herself, only she had shocking raven black hair with highlights that screamed they were pink. Carys reminded herself not to judge and smiled kindly to the other person. "Erm, hello." Her voice was timid and shy, scared of someone she did not know. "I uh... don't think I'm lost," Carys stuttered shyly. She twidled her fingers nervously and looked at the girl.

[Alira Sweetnam]

She smiled as the girl turned around. Alira could tell that at first, she thought it was just her head, then realizing it was a person. She could also tell that the girl was shy, possibly thinking Alira was strange. You sure? she said, crossing her arms. Your ankle alright? she asked, referring to when Carys had fell. She wondered what Carys would do now that she knew Alira had been following her the whole time.

[dagurl]

Carys was astounded by this girl. She was very confident in her stance, yet she protected herself unconsiously by crossing her arms, pushing something foreign from her or keeping Carys from getting close. Carys bit her own lip. Yes, she was lost. In many ways. But for now, she was relatively content with where she was.

The girl's next question stunned her. Her ankle? Had this girl been following her? She inhaled and spoke quietly, stuttering slighty; "My uh, my ankle? Its err... fine. Thankss." She didn't know how to respond to the girl's question, for it was a strange one. Carys backed a step, not knowing if this girl was a robber or just a passerby.

[Alira Sweetnam]

She smiled again as Carys spoke, stuttering. I'm Alira. she said, watching as Carys took a step back. Running her hands through her hair, she sighed. She didn't know what to do, or say. Not like she was going to say anything anyway, but still. She sighed once more. And you would be? she asked, though she already knew her name. But she didn't want to give away the fact that she was a vampire. It wouldn't be fun. And she'd most likely drive Crays insane. Well.. more insane than she already was- if she was even insane to start with.

[dagurl]

Alira... her name was Alira. Carys wondered if it meant anything and if it did, what? Carys pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she heard Alira's question. Alira seemed to of talk as though Carys had interupted her or trespassed on her property. Carys knew the forest was public domain so she knew she wasn't trespassing.

"My name is Carys" she spoke, hoping her Welsh x French accent wouldn't show. Carys had become self consious of her voice ever since the kids at the orphanage made fun of her for having a "transitional" accent, between her Welsh and their French. She strung out her hands, hoping for something she didn't know.

[Alira Sweetnam]

She could hear the accent in Carys' voice, but said nothing. After all, Alira did have a british accent with slight aussie hidden in it. Carys.. she said. Interesting name. she said, smiling ever so slightly. She didn't say anything else, though. No need to? Didn't want to? Had nothing to say? Maybe all three.

[dagurl]

Carys nodded to nothing. Maybe it was an interesting name to Alira, but back and Wales it was very common. At least, it was until she moved to Italy. After that, she knew nothing of the going ons in her hometown.

Alira was an interesting name in itself. It sounded lyrical and beautiful... and the girl was beautiful, in a very punk manner. She stood there, awkwardly shifting her weight, not sure if she should say something or just leave...