|
|
|
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❛this time please someone come and rescue me❜
░ NAME :: Miranda C. James
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❛'cause you on my mind it's got me losing it❜
░ MOOD :: Smitten, Disgusted, Panicked, Fearful
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❛I'm lost, you got me lookin' for the rest of me❜
░ LOCATION :: At House Two; Living Room
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❛love is testing me but still I'm losing it❜
░ CURRENT INTEREST :: Cassanova.
"S.O.S. please someone help me ;; ┏ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ┓
Miranda was too busy shaking and crying and being afraid for her life that her assailant from earlier would come back and beat her again that she hardly noticed as a green gas began to sift in from an unknown source. She only noticed when it was too late. Miranda began to cough, gasping for air. She reached a hand out to Illya as her other covered her mouth as she coughed; however, any help was in vain. In a matter of seconds the eyes had rolled to the back of her head and her body gave out, collapsing onto the floor.
[ TIME SKIP ]
Miranda's eyes fluttered open. "Hnnn?" She groaned, propping herself up on an elbow and rubbing her head. What had happened? Where was she? And more importantly - why had she been sleeping on the floor?! She sat up and looked around, blinking. Her eyes rested on a form next to her. It was a handsome young man with soft, white curls. Miranda tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at him. Why did he seem so farmilliar? And then everything rushed back to her. All the events from last night, the burps, the beatings, and the boy. And yet none of it explained why she was on the floor.
Miranda frowned trying hard to remember. She was with Ilya, then was interupted by 'it'. It had scurried off and then she'd played the victim. Then she'd remembered the warning/threat from her assailant and was afraid. And then.... gas? Miranda frowned. Who in their right minds had gassed them? She shook her head. She supposed that she'd ponder over it at a later time - for now, she was exhausted and needed some coffee or an energy drink - something to pep her up a bit. She looked down at Ilya who was still fast asleep. Miranda smiled. 'He looks so sweet and innocent~' She thought to herself, fondly. She let her hand drop down to caress his feathered locks, but then after a moment retracted it. If she wanted to get a drink now would be the time. Then she'd come back here quick and go back to her knocked out form on the floor. Ilya would awake and then WHAM - he'd be at her every beck and call ~
Without further ado, Miranda got up and tiptoed away, over to the kitchen, passing the doorway on the way; however, she paused as she saw a man decked out in ancient Roman attire. Something by his feet caught her attention though. Her eyes widened happily at the sight of what looked like energy drinks. Her hands cupped together and swung to her face gleefully. "Oh! My fans must have sent me a gift! How thoughtful of them~ " Miranda skipped over to the doorway and knelt down to grab the carton of drinks. She looked back up at the Roman though who was still standing there. Thinking he was the delivery boy she smiled at him and reached down into the cleavage of her dress to retrieve the money she'd taken the other day. "Here you are, thank you for your services. That will be all~" Miranda chimed, slamming the door on the stranger and skipping over with the drinks and setting them down on the kitchen counter, humming softly to herself.
Miranda looked at all the multi-colored drinks and let a finger tap her chin while the other crossed around her chest. "Hmm.. now which one should I try first? Pink?" She thought to herself, eyes immediately perking up. After a moment she frowned, distastefully. "No, no... too cliche. Let's tryyy..... green?" Miranda picked up the bottle. Pink was her favorite color; however, having the same thing over and over again got dull. She needed a change of pace. Although green was one of her least favorite colors she assumed the flavor to be kiwi, watermelon, or even apple whereas with the black or brown one she had no idea what they could be. Miranda popped the lid off gingerly before giving an imaginary toast to the air. "Bottoms up!" She chimed, beginning to chug the bottle, not quite realizing just how thirsty she actually was.
Miranda slammed the bottle down on the floor and gasped for air. "Ahhh ~ Wow... that stuff was actually really go-" Suddenly Miranda started to feel funny. She grabbed her stomach and dropped to the floor, clutching it. "Ughnnn.." She moaned. She suddenly felt queasy and nauseated; however, after a moment the feeling subsided. Miranda blinked and then stood back up again, feeling fine. 'That was.. odd.' She thought. She frowned. 'Although it did leave a bit of an aftertaste.' She thought to herself as she tasted a bitter sweetness on her tongue. Miranda was big on personal hygeine. There was nothing more scary to her than to not look attractive. 'I wonder if there's a toothbrush or at least some mouthwash upstairs...I'll have to do some shopping later.' Miranda thought to herself; however, for now anything would do.
And so she headed upstairs as quietly as possible so as not to disturb anyone. 'Hmm.. now where was the restroom again?' Miranda asked herself, tapping her finger against her lip as she looked from door to door. Just staring at the doors wouldn't help her though. Miranda decided to try one and opened them up one by one, not bothering to read any "labels"
┗ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ┛ It's not healthy, for me to feel this way.." xx- Rihanna
Princess Kitaaa · Fri Oct 15, 2010 @ 10:22pm · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|