before all this damage is done ~ open.

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[atrb=background,http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/cdvs/sabellemidd.gif] A soft cloud of dust ruptured up from the ground beneath her feet as she stepped in front of the cracked and crumbling stairs leading up to the long retired building. It was a sin, she could tell that the place would have been exceptionally nice were it still in it's prime. But, as she knew, most things weren't in this place. She rested her hands on her hips for a moment, her cold grey-blue eyes analyzing the surface of the structure before her without much emotion. Would this be what she called home for tonight? A sigh fell past her slightly parted lips, her shoulders falling with the action. She took another step forward, walking up one step, then the next, and then the third. She was sure the inside of this place was going to be just like all the rest. Old, rotting and musty. The front door was already open, so she did not pause before she walked through. There were many windows in this building, and because of that it held a nice light, her gaze flitted over the interior of the first room, it was fairly simple, and the once freshly painted walls were now flaking and vandalized by spray paint. Absent mindedly, Sabelle ran her hands through her hair, pulling the long majority of it back before slipping a elastic she had found in her jacket pocket around it, securing it from her face. She let the ponytail fall over one shoulder, a few long pieces of hair and her bangs still bordering her face. As she moved further into the room, she could see some pieces of broken glass scattered across the floor. There was crumpled paper along with many other writing utensils. Studio Ess, she was sure it had at one time been a beautiful art studio, but no longer. The foreign ears which protruded from the top of her head between her white-blonde hair flickered at tiny noises, but soon flattened against her hair, making them almost disappear. She hated those damned things, they were not supposed to be there, they had flawed her in some way. They had told her she was always capable of changing her form, but she refused it, thinking it was a lunatic idea. But since she had been thrown in this bubble, she was beginning to reconsider everything. Deciding that the rest of the building would be just as uninteresting as this room had proved to be, Sabelle moved to the far wall and leaned her back against it, lingering there for a moment before buckling her knees and sliding toward the floor. She paid no heed to the dust and dirt which coated it, the dirt had become like an old friend now. Everything here was covered in it. She dipped her head toward the ground, picking up a fractured paint brush she noticed sitting beside her. She studied it for a moment, then threw it aside, letting another sigh escape her. This place was so goddamn boring. She had no idea what to do with herself anymore. She tilted her head back against the wall, eyes staring up at the ceiling in exasperation. She clasped her hands in front of her knees, racking her brain to conjure up some little idea to occupy her mind and time. It didn't seem like that was going to happen anytime soon. ooc; open to anyone ( :

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[valkyrie]

The binge is what really, really sucked. Everything else was all fine and dandy (or mostly); and then that binge came and knocked you off your feet. When it came calling, you had to sleep for days, sometimes even weeks. She’d still been flying when they’d taken her into the Menagerie, overdosing or not. She’d been high as an effin’ kite. They tried to calm her down; Keepers, those damn Keepers, had stabilized her and tranquilized her just like a dog or something like that. At least she didn’t die. Valkyrie, well, she didn’t care much about living; but she sure as hell didn’t want to die! Right?

She’d been lucky to find the Studio when she was first released into the Menagerie. Keepers were heartless. She was binging from her effing OD. How that that possible? She had collapsed in the nearest building, and when she finally awoken—about four days later—her stomach was furious and her head pounded like hell was having a party in there. She spent a good few moments moaning and trying to find her head—where was July? She had to be here somewhere... July normally was there when V binged…

But when she rolled over, the other girl was nowhere in sight, and she was hit with a terrible, terrible pang. Dammit! All of her memories came back in a real rush now, and along with it came a flush of rage over her pale skin. She was in a cage; and she was a freak. Valkyrie stood up unsteadily, realizing just how hungry she was; how many days had it been since she’d last eaten? Valkyrie couldn’t even remember. This was not good. There had to be some kind of mistake, right? She hadn’t ever been a shapeshifter… Not until that last second, Valkyrie thought, and ran her hands through her short, spiky hair.

Maybe there was someone here? She didn’t know, not really. V took about three steps out of the white room before realizing that there was something wrong; something had caught in the door. When she turned to look, there were… wings? She just about jumped from shock. Wha… What? Why were those there? She paused long enough to glance towards her feet, only to notice that her shirt barely covered her breasts; it allowed her free range of motion with her wings, though… Wings she hadn’t ever had before. Did that mean…? She vaguely remembered what this was. An anthromorph. That’s the Keepers had said. So what? Now she was even more of a freak then normal?

She hissed low in her throat, narrowing her eyes at nothing in particular. Well, this was a spectacular screw-up. All in the matter of a few days. She ran her hand through her hair a second time, only to have her fingers catch on feathers. Just, damn. Valkyrie probably would have stood there seething for a while, if it wasn’t for the fact she heard a clatter down the hallway—that was a clatter, right? She folded her wings awkwardly on her back, and began to tiptoe towards the noise, making hardly any noise. She finally came to a wide-opened door, and as she peaked inside she saw someone. She stiffened for a moment. Don’t act all tense, V scoffed at herself. You’re smooth as silk, remember?

She stepped inside, practically oozing arrogance, because that’s just what V did. She picked up the paintbrush near the door, which must have been what made the noise. Valkyrie spun it in her fingers, and turned to flash a grin at the stranger. Cute, her thoughts purred. There was no July in here, so why couldn’t she look? Nice hair, too. Wouldn’t mind playing with that… Valkyrie shook her head at herself. “The name’s V, cutie,” the anthro said, voice like honey, and then turned to slouch on the opposite wall, mindful of her newfound wings. She flexed them out of curiosity. Valkyrie turned cold gray-blue eyes back to her company. “Do you know where the hell I am? I’m as much of a newbie as you can get in this place.”

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[atrb=background,http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/cdvs/sabellemidd.gif] The girl sat silent for a few minutes, eventually letting her eyelids fall over her stoney coloured eyes as she basked in the sound of her own even breathing. There was nothing else, just her and her own body, until something stirred quietly somewhere else in the building. Immediately Sabelle's eyes flew open, her head lifting away from the wall as she looked around herself. Of course, there was no one in the room with her, but she could hear quiet footsteps not too far away, maybe a room over. She debated what she should do, should she stay here, seated on the floor, or should she make a run for it? Sabelle didn't know what kind of person she might be in for. She decided on the first option, what did she really have to run from? It's not like she couldn't hold her own, and besides, she had been wishing for something to come and kill her boredom, hadn't she? A small grin passed over her lips for a brief second, then vanished from her face as if it had never been there in the first place. She let her head rest gingerly against the wall again, not wanting to appear as if she was alerted to her visitor's presence. She knew the other knew she was there by the progression of their footsteps. She let her hand raise to play with a few strands of her hair, moving them to their appropriate places in hopes to better her appearance. Hey, if this stranger happened to be a man, she wanted to look her best, Sabelle was, after all, quite a manipulator. Get it? She let her gaze rest on the floor directly in front of her, the foreign wild ears atop her head tilted toward the door to her side. She heard the stranger's breathing now, and she could feel the gaze upon her, but still she made no move to look at them. The sound that met her ears next was a slight disappointment, but she shook it off quickly. Sabelle was used to men and talking with them, she wasn't always sure how to approach another female, but she supposed that at this stage of the game, it didn't really matter. A startled look flashed across her face for a moment after the other's greeting, and she finally turned her gaze, her cold grey-blue eyes resting on the other girl's face very pointedly. Cutie? Was that really what she had called her? Sabelle made no move to speak, instead she merely watched her visitor with a silent speculation as she moved across from herself, also sitting down upon the ground. She took in the other's appearance, she could tell that 'V' would normally have a pretty darker complexion in most conditions, but at that current moment, the tone of her skin seemed flawed with a sickly paleness, and her eyes reminded Sabelle of her own, only they appeared to be more distant and wild all at the same time. What Sabelle figured she should have noticed first, caught her off guard. There was a pair of wings protruding from the girl's back. Pretty wings, but strange and off-putting all at the same time. She hated these goddamn mutations, they ruined everybody, including herself. She heard the other speak up again, and she was dragged out of her observing trance. Instead of offering the girl an answer, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "You look like hell." Her voice was not rude, it was simply monotonous and factual. Sabelle didn't see the problem in being blunt, it was just the way she had always been. This girl under most circumstances, would be considered pretty, but she looked bleak and sickly, as did most of the others in this place, she supposed. Absentmindedly, a hand rose and played with the end of her ponytail, pulling at some pieces of her snowy hair. She was once again remembering the girl's greeting. Had that been a sort of flirtatious greeting, or simply meant to be friendly and warm? She didn't know, and she was somewhat skeptical, but she brushed it to the back of her mind, deciding that she'd figure out later based on the girl's manner. "I'm Sabelle, and I'm fairly new here myself, so I'm not going to be much help for you," Her voice was still monotonous, offering V little emotion. She didn't bother offering the girl any expressions either, she didn't feel the necessity of faking some sort of polite friendliness in this place. She let her hand fall from her hair, letting it come to rest on her kneecap. She let her analytical gaze fall from the younger girl, coming to a rest on the floor again. She wondered what her deal was, she didn't appear to be in the best of health, but she also hadn't been here that long, which meant it wasn't the starvation or the craziness of this place which had beat her down, she must have been facing some other demons.

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