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EquinoxSol
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Original poster
Walking down the roads of the shittiest town in the worst state ever, Elko, Nevada, Caine is just now leaving school. Her fifth one in two months. It isn't the foster parents, it's her. She just can't stand being around people for too long, doesn't trust them. So, every few weeks or so, she does something of enough caliber to get her in a new home. The longest time, three months, the shortest, seven hours.
It was certainly not a trust problem, it was just, sometimes, when she got pissed off at someone, she'd take the form of another being, a dark one. And its memories would flood into her, and she'd feel a certain...connection to it, like she's a part of it. At first, it scared her terribly, she was four when it first happened, but soon that fear became interest, and she valued the times when she could see its past. Over the years, she had gathered most of its story, that it was cursed by some all-powerful being, and was forced to walk the night. Then, the memories just stopped. There's a huge blank wall where more thoughts should be.
She had a mile and a half to walk to school, but she enjoyed the silence. It was already dark now, the winter days shortening the light. Caine never really felt whole in the sunlight, only in the darkness. She had thought it odd, but has grown to not mind it, finding solace in the night.
As she is walking through a narrow alleyway as a shortcut to her foster home, footsteps echo behind her, and they aren't just bare-foot hobo footsteps, these are black leather shined boots. Not the sort to be walking through dank alleyways, is it? Discretely reaching into her purse for her homemade pepper spray, Caine turns her head slightly, seeing who was following her. In the gloom, she couldn't see him properly, but could tell he had unkempt hair.
In one fluid motion, Caine turns around, throwing a water balloon filled with pepper and alcohol mixed right at the eyes of her follower. He hissed, covering them as the irritant went into his eyes. As he stalks towards her, Caine lets out a single, "Help!" but doesn't believe anyone heard her.
It was certainly not a trust problem, it was just, sometimes, when she got pissed off at someone, she'd take the form of another being, a dark one. And its memories would flood into her, and she'd feel a certain...connection to it, like she's a part of it. At first, it scared her terribly, she was four when it first happened, but soon that fear became interest, and she valued the times when she could see its past. Over the years, she had gathered most of its story, that it was cursed by some all-powerful being, and was forced to walk the night. Then, the memories just stopped. There's a huge blank wall where more thoughts should be.
She had a mile and a half to walk to school, but she enjoyed the silence. It was already dark now, the winter days shortening the light. Caine never really felt whole in the sunlight, only in the darkness. She had thought it odd, but has grown to not mind it, finding solace in the night.
As she is walking through a narrow alleyway as a shortcut to her foster home, footsteps echo behind her, and they aren't just bare-foot hobo footsteps, these are black leather shined boots. Not the sort to be walking through dank alleyways, is it? Discretely reaching into her purse for her homemade pepper spray, Caine turns her head slightly, seeing who was following her. In the gloom, she couldn't see him properly, but could tell he had unkempt hair.
In one fluid motion, Caine turns around, throwing a water balloon filled with pepper and alcohol mixed right at the eyes of her follower. He hissed, covering them as the irritant went into his eyes. As he stalks towards her, Caine lets out a single, "Help!" but doesn't believe anyone heard her.