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So, I'm kinda stuck. I started writing a story, and had this guy enter the scene, but I don't know who he should be. I kinda want him to be a villian, but, whatever. Kazu, help?
Bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum.
There was an odd silence that followed. The lake was still, no one was anywhere to be found. Veronica pulled her torn shawl around her and looked at the clock tower.
Midnight.
She opened her hand, which was clenching a small piece of paper. It was crumbled now, from her frustration, and though she had read it a million times, she read it again.
Meet me by the lake at eleven tonight. I have to talk to you. Sincerely yours,
And it was blank afterwards. She pondered who this person was, and how they could help her. She looked at the moonlight’s reflection on the lake. There was a mist coming from the lake, making it look so mysterious, as though something might have been hiding in it.
Though, something about it intrigued her to it. She walked over and looked down in the lake, as though she were expecting to see something amazing, something that would help her. All she saw was the reflection of a seventeen-year-old girl. The messy auburn-colored hair, and her clothes torn.
She hated to see herself. She hated what she had become. She hated even having to come out in public. She could hear the people talking behind her back... She could see the mothers telling their children to walk away. It seemed like everyone in this town was so judgmental, and never cared to know who she was.
She turned to walk away. He wouldn’t come, not this late. Maybe, maybe she had come the wrong day? No, it said tonight. Maybe... the wrong place? It’s a small town, there’s only one lake. She sighed. Maybe he had just forgot. Or maybe it was just someone trying to get her hopes up. She went to a nearby tree and leaned against it. She had nowhere to go, anyhow. So, why did it matter anymore?
She sat down, her back still to the tree, and gently closed her eyes. The thoughts of him had run through her mind that evening. Maybe he had come back, after so long. She could feel his arms around her, his lips against hers. Of course, that was before everything. That was back when the world was perfect.
Then, the war came. Orrin and his family were able to escape to America before London had become a ticking time bomb. There were the explosions, the gunshots, the men in uniform... the fire. Now Veronica was just a street rat, no home, no life. That all happened three years ago, she had gotten over it. Right?
She never heard from Orrin again after he left. Probably found some American girl, and loves her now. And her mother? She had no idea where she was, or if she was even still alive. Though, in the midst of the night, she could hear someone softly singing, like she would when she was young.
Lullaby and goodnight, with roses bedight
With lilies o’er spread is baby’s wee bed
Lay thee down now and rest
May thy slumber be blessed
She’d occasionally hum it out loud. Her head was full of songs. Sad songs, happy songs, any song. Then she’d softly whisper her name.
"Veronica."
The voice alarmed her and she quickly jumped up.
"Who-Who’s there?"
She turned to the man. He was tall with jet black hair. He was muscular, but not too muscular. His hair had a curl to it, and his eyes were an entrancing blue. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
"H-How do you know my name?"
((OOC: Some random idea off the top of my head. Kinda hard to write a character for a character. ... yeah. ))
Bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum...bum.
There was an odd silence that followed. The lake was still, no one was anywhere to be found. Veronica pulled her torn shawl around her and looked at the clock tower.
Midnight.
She opened her hand, which was clenching a small piece of paper. It was crumbled now, from her frustration, and though she had read it a million times, she read it again.
Meet me by the lake at eleven tonight. I have to talk to you. Sincerely yours,
And it was blank afterwards. She pondered who this person was, and how they could help her. She looked at the moonlight’s reflection on the lake. There was a mist coming from the lake, making it look so mysterious, as though something might have been hiding in it.
Though, something about it intrigued her to it. She walked over and looked down in the lake, as though she were expecting to see something amazing, something that would help her. All she saw was the reflection of a seventeen-year-old girl. The messy auburn-colored hair, and her clothes torn.
She hated to see herself. She hated what she had become. She hated even having to come out in public. She could hear the people talking behind her back... She could see the mothers telling their children to walk away. It seemed like everyone in this town was so judgmental, and never cared to know who she was.
She turned to walk away. He wouldn’t come, not this late. Maybe, maybe she had come the wrong day? No, it said tonight. Maybe... the wrong place? It’s a small town, there’s only one lake. She sighed. Maybe he had just forgot. Or maybe it was just someone trying to get her hopes up. She went to a nearby tree and leaned against it. She had nowhere to go, anyhow. So, why did it matter anymore?
She sat down, her back still to the tree, and gently closed her eyes. The thoughts of him had run through her mind that evening. Maybe he had come back, after so long. She could feel his arms around her, his lips against hers. Of course, that was before everything. That was back when the world was perfect.
Then, the war came. Orrin and his family were able to escape to America before London had become a ticking time bomb. There were the explosions, the gunshots, the men in uniform... the fire. Now Veronica was just a street rat, no home, no life. That all happened three years ago, she had gotten over it. Right?
She never heard from Orrin again after he left. Probably found some American girl, and loves her now. And her mother? She had no idea where she was, or if she was even still alive. Though, in the midst of the night, she could hear someone softly singing, like she would when she was young.
Lullaby and goodnight, with roses bedight
With lilies o’er spread is baby’s wee bed
Lay thee down now and rest
May thy slumber be blessed
She’d occasionally hum it out loud. Her head was full of songs. Sad songs, happy songs, any song. Then she’d softly whisper her name.
"Veronica."
The voice alarmed her and she quickly jumped up.
"Who-Who’s there?"
She turned to the man. He was tall with jet black hair. He was muscular, but not too muscular. His hair had a curl to it, and his eyes were an entrancing blue. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
"H-How do you know my name?"
((OOC: Some random idea off the top of my head. Kinda hard to write a character for a character. ... yeah. ))