Post by Isobelle on Sept 4, 2010 20:11:43 GMT
The shopping centre hadn't been overly busy today. Which was nice. Today was a day Isobelle wanted peace and quiet over hustle and bustle. She hadn't been in the centre long maybe a half hour, all of that time she'd spent in the music store looking for something and nothing in particular.
In the quiet of the store she found that her mind kept slipping back to the day she had awoken with no memory. Tsk, annoying. Her mind wouldn't let her rest today, even though she desperately wanted it. Memories continued to plague mind.
Even after all these years Isobelle still didn’t know who she truly was or where she had come from. Did she have family somewhere? If so where they looking for her? And the powers she possessed, were they a gift or a curse? At times, they felt like a gift. For instance if she wanted something she was able to use her looks and charm to get it with relative ease.
At times, more often than not, they felt like a curse. For example it seemed that she couldn’t survive without taking something from a male. That something being his life energy, no not his blood but the energy from his soul, his spirit. Another power; she didn’t age. This was both a gift and a curse. A gift because she’d be beautiful and young and powerful for eternity. A curse because she’d be alone for eternity. She had come across no other immortals, no other meta’s with the ability to stay young and beautiful forever.
Pressing a hand to her chest, she rubbed the spot where her heart beat could be felt beneath. An ache that felt like a hole had been punched straight through her chest, that left her empty and burning with an anger she sometimes couldn’t control, pulsed around her heart. She didn’t understand it and no matter what she did, couldn’t seem to heal it.
‘Something terrible must have happened in my past.’ Something so awful that she had lost her memory? Again for the hundredth thousandth time she thought over the why’s and how’s.
“Hellooo~, are you listening? shift it hag!”
Isobelle immediately bristled, more annoyed by the fact she’d been called a hag rather than her deep train of thought being disturbed. She turned toward the teen who had dared call her a hag. A hag!? She didn’t even look old! “What is it brat?”
The teen, who must looked at least sixteen gaped at Isobelle, who despite her anger couldn’t help but compare his gormless expression to that of a fish.
“N-nothing… S-sorry…”
Isobelle sighed. This was one of those times her beauty seemed much more like a curse. Drooling, sixteen year olds were never fun to have around. “Then leave.”
The teen nodded slowly but instead of turning and leaving he stayed at her side and went about looking at the music stand she too was looking through. Every other second he’d shoot her a glance.
“Fantastic.”
With a sigh Isobelle carried on shifting through albums, ignoring the young boy at her side.
In the quiet of the store she found that her mind kept slipping back to the day she had awoken with no memory. Tsk, annoying. Her mind wouldn't let her rest today, even though she desperately wanted it. Memories continued to plague mind.
Even after all these years Isobelle still didn’t know who she truly was or where she had come from. Did she have family somewhere? If so where they looking for her? And the powers she possessed, were they a gift or a curse? At times, they felt like a gift. For instance if she wanted something she was able to use her looks and charm to get it with relative ease.
At times, more often than not, they felt like a curse. For example it seemed that she couldn’t survive without taking something from a male. That something being his life energy, no not his blood but the energy from his soul, his spirit. Another power; she didn’t age. This was both a gift and a curse. A gift because she’d be beautiful and young and powerful for eternity. A curse because she’d be alone for eternity. She had come across no other immortals, no other meta’s with the ability to stay young and beautiful forever.
Pressing a hand to her chest, she rubbed the spot where her heart beat could be felt beneath. An ache that felt like a hole had been punched straight through her chest, that left her empty and burning with an anger she sometimes couldn’t control, pulsed around her heart. She didn’t understand it and no matter what she did, couldn’t seem to heal it.
‘Something terrible must have happened in my past.’ Something so awful that she had lost her memory? Again for the hundredth thousandth time she thought over the why’s and how’s.
“Hellooo~, are you listening? shift it hag!”
Isobelle immediately bristled, more annoyed by the fact she’d been called a hag rather than her deep train of thought being disturbed. She turned toward the teen who had dared call her a hag. A hag!? She didn’t even look old! “What is it brat?”
The teen, who must looked at least sixteen gaped at Isobelle, who despite her anger couldn’t help but compare his gormless expression to that of a fish.
“N-nothing… S-sorry…”
Isobelle sighed. This was one of those times her beauty seemed much more like a curse. Drooling, sixteen year olds were never fun to have around. “Then leave.”
The teen nodded slowly but instead of turning and leaving he stayed at her side and went about looking at the music stand she too was looking through. Every other second he’d shoot her a glance.
“Fantastic.”
With a sigh Isobelle carried on shifting through albums, ignoring the young boy at her side.
