Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 19:26:44 GMT
This was bad. Bad, bad, bad. She shouldn't be here, this wasn't her destination, yet here she was. Stuck. Four, District Four was were she was meant to be. Toes in the sand, skin kissed by the sun, arms wrapped around her sister... This tree? This tree wasn't the beach. It wasn't the wobbly stairs leading up to the house someone had said belonged to her elder sister. This tree was just a tree. One she regretted ever climbing, for, like a cat, she could get up, but never down.
It was an purposeful mistake. Persephone had wondered off the train she'd boarded to get to Four knowing all too well that this wasn't her stop. It was Seven, yet the wind called for her. The swaying trees, flowers and leaves alike crumpling to the ground in a heap of brown and gold- she was drawn off the vessel leading her to her future and into the wilderness off the elegant district. It wasn't long until she'd lost herself in a field of grass, bearings defeated and brain senseless. She hadn't left District Thirteen since she was eight, and had only been to One before that, so she was completely useless out here.
For now, anyways.
There was something about her, something so off she seemed too sane. Persephone, once upon a time, was an abused child, beaten beyond recognition, scarred every inch of her delicate skin. Then, one day, it was miraculously over, with just one downfall. There would be no more pain, but she would no longer have Eris at her side. She was shipped to a healthy family in Thirteen who cared for her, nursing her back to a stable state of mind, but her sister? The elder sibling had been hauled of to a broken home, never to heal. They hadn't seen each other since that day, and as soon as Persephone found out where she was, she packed up and set out to find her.
See, Eris was a wreck. Murderous and spiteful, she never got the chance at a good life. Persephone, though, she wasn't like that. She didn't let the bad get to her, well, not often. There were moments were she'd slip up and break down, but she wasn't nearly as violent as her sister and not even close to being as insane. She was more borderline depressed than vengeful, just really a normal girl with some strange quirks.
How did she get in the tree, though? Well, the explanation was quite simple really. She needed height to gain an idea where she was, and well, the tree seemed like a good idea at first. Then she couldn't get down. She'd spotted the train station, a smile on her face as relief struck her. Moving to make her way down, she slipped, her ankle getting snagged in between the fork of the broadest branch. Her arms flailed against the brittle limbs of the dying tree, and that's when the predicament worsened. Persephone was running out of things to hold on to, and her leg wasn't budging. Groaning, she squirmed to free herself, but there was no point- she wasn't going anywhere without some help. Her tight jeans were caked in dust and bits of bark from the tree, the black tee she'd been wearing was hiked up some from the struggle, and her messy chesnut brown hair was ruffled with stress. Dropping her hands to her lap, she was sat with her back to the base of the tree, one leg dangling while the other was pinned in place in an uncomfortable position. Deciding to just give up for a moment, she sighed. What a mess.
Hopefully someone would hike past soon to give her a hand.
It was an purposeful mistake. Persephone had wondered off the train she'd boarded to get to Four knowing all too well that this wasn't her stop. It was Seven, yet the wind called for her. The swaying trees, flowers and leaves alike crumpling to the ground in a heap of brown and gold- she was drawn off the vessel leading her to her future and into the wilderness off the elegant district. It wasn't long until she'd lost herself in a field of grass, bearings defeated and brain senseless. She hadn't left District Thirteen since she was eight, and had only been to One before that, so she was completely useless out here.
For now, anyways.
There was something about her, something so off she seemed too sane. Persephone, once upon a time, was an abused child, beaten beyond recognition, scarred every inch of her delicate skin. Then, one day, it was miraculously over, with just one downfall. There would be no more pain, but she would no longer have Eris at her side. She was shipped to a healthy family in Thirteen who cared for her, nursing her back to a stable state of mind, but her sister? The elder sibling had been hauled of to a broken home, never to heal. They hadn't seen each other since that day, and as soon as Persephone found out where she was, she packed up and set out to find her.
See, Eris was a wreck. Murderous and spiteful, she never got the chance at a good life. Persephone, though, she wasn't like that. She didn't let the bad get to her, well, not often. There were moments were she'd slip up and break down, but she wasn't nearly as violent as her sister and not even close to being as insane. She was more borderline depressed than vengeful, just really a normal girl with some strange quirks.
How did she get in the tree, though? Well, the explanation was quite simple really. She needed height to gain an idea where she was, and well, the tree seemed like a good idea at first. Then she couldn't get down. She'd spotted the train station, a smile on her face as relief struck her. Moving to make her way down, she slipped, her ankle getting snagged in between the fork of the broadest branch. Her arms flailed against the brittle limbs of the dying tree, and that's when the predicament worsened. Persephone was running out of things to hold on to, and her leg wasn't budging. Groaning, she squirmed to free herself, but there was no point- she wasn't going anywhere without some help. Her tight jeans were caked in dust and bits of bark from the tree, the black tee she'd been wearing was hiked up some from the struggle, and her messy chesnut brown hair was ruffled with stress. Dropping her hands to her lap, she was sat with her back to the base of the tree, one leg dangling while the other was pinned in place in an uncomfortable position. Deciding to just give up for a moment, she sighed. What a mess.
Hopefully someone would hike past soon to give her a hand.