Alone...

Riyako

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[I'm new and stuff. =/ So my posts will kinda suck. Badly. And thank you, people for reminding me in those PMs. *doh*]

Everything was awful. Everything was shattering, around a young girl named Riyako. She lost her boyfriend to some slut, and her parents hated her. She lived with her boyfriend, or well, used to. She never lived at home. Her parents would abuse her. Her home now was an old factory, with a matress on the floor. Huge glass windows were placed upon the cold stone walls; most of them broken.

And it was the beginning of autumn.

This girl was 18 years old. Thin, and standing at around 5'2" in height. She looked around 15 years of age. Her breasts weren't big; a little under medium. She wore her hair down. It was brown and blonde, with a black bow to the side of her head. Her hair was kind of choppy looking, a slightly cute manner. Her bangs swept over her right eye.
Her eyes were emerald green, and lined with black eyeliner. Her lips were a light pink, and her nails were coated with a clear polish.
She wore a white tanktop, and green short shorts; quite short. Also, she wore white socks and untied shoes. On her wrists were a few bangles.

The 18 year old girl sat on the cold floor, her knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her chin rested on her knees, as her tongue flicked over her bracelets. She had stopped crying about an hour ago. Riyako accepted that she was alone. She could find a way out of this, though; maybe she'd meet someone who could teach her the world.

She picked up her head, and looked around. She sighed. What a waste of life, to be sitting in this dusty, abandonned factory alone. Riyako felt as though all the creeps came to hang out here, but she hasn't run into anyone but a rat. She hoped no one would stalk her in the night, or worse. Her mind always seemed to wander, making her somewhat paranoid. But, if anyone did come, she'd fight for her life.

If they were trying to take it from her.
 
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jason... named ofter the greek hero.... jason who has lad a party for the golden flease... jason.

jason is a young man at hi 20th he doesn't know how old he is, he never kept track of it, he lived at the streets. stealing food. doing some streat magic for money, and talking with everyone.

unkike other homelesses jason is well fed. showers every day (he sneeks into the country club) and he keeps a locker and a bill at a washing service. he not as much as a homeless as a man who doesn't want a home.

jason strole the streats wearing his black, heavy, leather jacket, a pair of boots and some brown pants he likes. as he wondered he reached the industrial area and the rain began....

jason ran into an abended factory hiding from the rain...

he sat down, a cigaret was lighten and look around.

"hello there young lady, how are you doing?"
 
Her emerald eyes swiftly shifted to the man, startled.

"I...Uhm..."

Well, that was quite awkward. This man just ran in out of nowhere, sat himself down, and talked to her.

She didn't know him, but he seemed friendly.
Riyako watched as he lit his cig. Her eyes narrowed slightly, though not in a spiteful manner. She watched him for a moment, before looking away. She didn't answer him, as she was shy and such.

"...Hn."
 
jason looked around. a matress, a box one might call a clothet... some old magazine...

"here, it will worm you up" jason throu the cigarete box toward her, and the lighter.

"I'm Jason by the way. if it's matter"

Jason looked around again.

"can I ask you your name?"
 
The lighter and the box of cigs skid on the floor, and Riyako picked them up. Carefully, she opened the box and took out a cig, then lit it up with the lighter. She didn't smoke, and she didn't want to start.

Raising a brow slightly, she looked at him, holding up the cig. "How will this warm me up?" A confused look crossed over her face. Finally, she decided it wouldn't warm her up. It was too little heat; not possible. Riyako pushed the cig against the cold floor, letting it burn out.

"I'm Riyako."
 
that's warks for me on cold nights... the worm smoke feels your langs.

"Riyako..." Jason said the name slowly, as if tasting it "nice name Riyako, are you from here? or a nomad?"

"why won't I buy you a worm drink when the rain is stop?"
 
Riyako looked at him, and smiled warmly.

"Yeah, a drink would be nice. And..." She was about to go on about where she was from and such. She looked at the floor, tracing a finger tip over the surface.
"Well, uhm...Yeah. I guess I'm from around here. Only I've got no home, basically...." A light frown curled her lips, and she sighed somewhat. Riyako pulled a lock of hair behind her pierced ear.

"Are you from around here?"
 
"well... actually...I.. don't know"

Jason hesitate for a while

"I'm from someware I guess. my family has travleled so much I can't remember..."

Jason look at the young face in front of him... "You are butifull young girl, you are what? 16? What went wrong on the way?"

Jason turn of his sig. and goes sitting next to Riyako, his shulder leangth brown thik hair waving in the cold air.

"you don't have to talk if you don't want to...?"

Jason smiles at the young girl
 
Laying up in my make-shift home ( the loft above the couple talking)

I had watched the them each when they came in hoping they would go away.

Living in the warehouse for a year, just trying to do what I needed to survive.

Trying to stay away from people whenever possible, not ready to go back to the world yet........must stay away.......not ready.....

Ever since 9/11, lost both my businesses, divorced and since they were only step kids no parental rights (even though I raised them for 9 years since they were young)

(sometimes wish I had just put a gun to my head....what do I have to live for anyways...... don't have the guts to do it anyways) I thought about this stuff alot...... and I know it is making me crazy..... but its all I can think about....

Maybe they will leave in a while I think to myself. The girl is very attractive (no don't think about women they will only bring me more trouble, hurt and heart break).... maybe the guy will get her out of here soon..... I hope so (but I really don't....... but it would be better for me if they did!

Maybe if I lay here quitely they will leave after I wake up.....
 
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