broken wings - open

[roxanne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=000000] The young girl was certainly frightened, her hands wringing together in her lap where she was currently seated. A young keeper had escorted her here, leaving here where she was seated now which had been nearly an hour ago. Her nose was freezing, her fingertips beginning to loose feeling as the wind chilled all the way through. The cold had eaten through her jacket and jeans, reaching all the way into her bones yet she was certain that she shouldn't leave. That nice man was coming back wasn't he? Why would he have made her stay even after she tried to follow him, if he wasn't coming back? Roxanne thought of the people she had lived with. They left her alone in the house plenty of times, when they dressed up for church or for food runs, and yet they always came back. The snow that covered the ground at the base of the mountains had soaked into her jeans, and she was almost certain that it wasn't going to good later on. Her blue eyes lowered to her hands, curious as to why these things had sprouted. She much preferred her wings to these useless things, but the man had been insistent she stay like this. She sighed, unsure what in the world had exactly happened to where she had ended up in this cold place. She remembered the lady screaming at her, and then running from the room instead of picking her up like Roxanne had demanded. It all seemed like such a long time ago though now, didn't it? A shiver ran up her spine, the wind blowing the blonde tresses right into her face. She sputtered, an unrecognizable screech breaking through her lips as she flailed, and fell back into the snow. Dazed, Roxanne stared up the sky, looking at the snow filled clouds. Wet snow clung to her hair like tiny diamonds, as the blonde sat back up, pushing herself to her feet with her hands. The keeper had held her arm while he had walked with her, keeping her upright when she stumbled...which was often. But now there was no one here to keep her righted, so Roxanne went slow. Her feet slid in the mush, not even the snow boots given to her able to catch good traction. But she was determined, keeping her eyes on the prize. Her gaze traveled up the length of a large tree, it's branches stretching wide with a hint to its age. A smile curved her lips in satisfaction, as she reached it, her numb hands clinging to the bark for support. She tilted her head back, craning her neck to stare up at the tree's inner branches. "Ah...ah....ah!" She mumbled, stretching her arms out for one of the branches. Problem was, she was much too short to reach even the closest one. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, as if the tree was supposed to bend to her will. "Ah..." She mumbled again, unable to form true coherent words. She was very much like a child, unable to do much for her own self.

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[dolly]

Dear butterfly,
Majestic monarch of the sky,
Holder of universal secrets and reasons why,

Doll huffed as she wrapped her arms tighter around her chest, trying the best she could retain some sort of body heat in the freezing weather. However, the cold steel of the tight chain latched around her wrist only pressed up against the thin fabric of her fragile dress, which just caused her to become more frigid. Yet, even that was more tolerable than the other option. The butterfly shifter was trying not to snuggle any deeper into her capture's chest than she already had, seeing as said man was the only source of real warmth in the vicinity. Of all times to choose to take Doll outside, Aeron had resolved that the pair should go out in the middle of the winter. It didn't help that the only clothes Doll had on were a flimsy, white, sun dress and silver gladiator shoes, which does not help in her quest to somehow become warmer.

Since the beginning of summer, Doll had begged the virus (or as much as she could since she was a mute and Aeron didn't seem to understand sign language) to let her get some fresh air, away from those nightmarish monsters that lived in the hospital, away from the horrible place that Doll had been trying to escape since she first arrived in the Menagerie. But no, he decided now to finally allow the young girl outside. To top it all off, Aeron didn't even let her walk around, but instead he picked her up bridal style and told her he was going to carry her around for a while. Honestly, Doll didn't understand while Aeron was so intent on not letting her out of the abominable hospital, or out of his sight for that matter. What could possibly have dwelled in the outside terrain that could be worse than the creatures that lurked around the dark and ominous hallways of Palisade Hospital? Because of Aeron’s incessant sheltering, Doll’s knowledge of the world outside of her cramped room on the fourth floor was unusually limited. Though, she supposed, anything would be better than that place, with those beasts. So, one could imagine Doll's frustration when her first time out, in what had seemed like weeks, she was forced to be wrapped in the arms of the beast she wanted to be with the least. However, maybe the real reason Doll was so exasperated by her situation was because part of Doll had hoped that she could use her break to finally escape from Aeron’s clutches. To her dismay, it did not look like that was going to happen anytime soon, especially not with his sharp gaze never wavering from the shifter for even a moment.

Doll’s normally bright, blue-green eyes clouded over for a brief moment, as she solemnly watched her bare legs dangle limply over Aeron’s sickly gray arms. For once Doll’s racing mind was blank; she needed to think of some way to finally liberate herself from the montster and his lackeys. But what could she do with Aeron always clinging to her? What Doll needed was a distraction, anything to get Aeron’s mind off the 17 year old Asian-American so that she could slip away from him and make a break for it. In reality, anything moving or shiny would work since Aeron had the attention span of a toddler. So, as they continued around the mountain side, Doll made sure to keep her eye for a sparkly rock or skittish bug she could use in order to engross Aeron’s interest, making sure to look up at Aeron every once in a while and nod to whatever he was rambling on about to make it appear as if she was listen to him. However, as Doll scanned their surroundings, her eyes fell on the most peculiar thing: a normal girl. It was probably the most spurising sight Doll had seen since a talking swan came bursting through her bedroom window one morning. A normal looking person. Doll didn’t even think that normal people were in the Menagerie, yet there she was, a perfectly normal girl. At first, Doll’s entire face brightened at the thought of not being the only human in the Menagerie, and of that person possibly helping her finally get away from Aeron. However, her face immediately dropped when Doll realized that only two things could happen once Aeron looked in the same direction: Aeron would either get defensive and possibly hurt the girl, or even worse, capture the girl and drag her down to the same nightmarish reality that Doll had been living since the day the Keepers threw her into the glass dome. Despite Doll own desires to flee from her captor, she would never wish her fate upon any other person. In a desperate attempt to keep Aeron’s focus off of the girl in the distance, Doll pulled on Aeron’s jacket, feigned a scared and awkward look in her eyes, and pointed off into the distance away from the girl, only looking back slightly to quietly motion the girl of the danger, to move away. She could only hope the stranger would understand and get out of the area as soon as possible, before it was too late.

Color my canvas,
Touch my heart before I die,
To live in joy, teach me how never to say good-bye.