Gray Skies {Tag; Vasili}

[LOUISA MEILING CHO]

"Mmm..." her eyes closed half way and the young woman's almond shaped eyes squeezed shut.

Her thin eyebrows were drawn together as she held onto her stuffed lamb. It hadn't been something she had for her entire childhood but something she bought four less than ten dollars. Burying herself into the fake wool she murmured, "Go back to sleep go back to sleep..." Rolling onto her side she hugged the stuffed creature to her chest and brought the lamb up to her face. Auuuuugh. She was so bored!

What time was it? She had fallen asleep earlier in the evening and obviously slept too long because she coldn't go back to sleep. Was the sun out? Her curtains were drawn to block out any of the light so she had to look at her clock which showed 7:16 AM. It was way too early to be awake for a day she didn't have to go to school.

Staring down at her feet sadly her thin eyebrows knit towards each other and her almond eyes squeezed shut. She was so hungry. Finally, she sighed and rolled out of her bed. Rubbing at her forehead she drew in a deep breath and her shoulders rose up. Bare feet pounded on the ground and meandered out of her room and into the bathroom. She'd shower before she had to do anything she supposed.

The water ran over her pallid body as she washed out her hair, rubbed the soap all over her skin, as she started to wake up beneath the hot water she sighed happily. That felt a lot better now that she thought about it and the rotten mood she had been in while she had woken up was starting to wash away along with the sweat, troubles, and worries of the day before. Turning off the water she dried herself off and shook the water off of her hair. Slipping on her robe that was hanging outside of the shower and she dried off her hair. Since it was so short it didn't take her that long for her to get it how she liked it.

Getting dressed she slipped on some nice clean clothes. Slipping on a gray sweater she then put on a pair of blue jeans and socks. It was nothing all that special, Louisa was a plain girl as she reasoned a sparrow could put some peacock feathers on but it would still be a sparrow. When she was all dressed she examined herself in the mirror that was in her room and she smiled at her refection.

As she walked out of her bedroom she meandered to her apartment's kitchen area before she opened up her fridge finding a few slices of bed, apples, ham, and a jar of peanut butter. "Huh," she felt her shoulders drop. The young woman moaned to herself. Where could she get something cheap? She didn't feel like having a peanut butter and ham sandwich at the moment. Her nose scrunched up.

That was right, her dad had gone shopping since he just got his paycheck. Grabbing an apple she bit into it as it crunched gently. Louisa needed a job, but what was she good at? Sleeping, eating, being a good student, and taking directions. She'd run out of money soon, she reasoned with herself. What was she good at aside from the last few talents that were listed? Not many, she frowned.

Finishing off her apple she sighed happily and tossed the core away before she downed a big glass of water ad then went back into the bathroom to brush her teeth. As she put some tooth paste on the brush she brushed at her pearly whites and then spit out the paste into the sink.

What should she do today? She'd placed some applications to some places and she'd have to wait for the employers to get back to her. Her friends were busy--as she had spoken to a few the night before. She could go to the park she supposed.

It looked beautiful in the snow and the lake was probably iced over. As she grabbed her red peat coat she buttoned it up and slipped on her boots. Grabbing her purse she put it over her shoulder and walked out of the building.

It didn't take her too long for her to get to Parco Forlanini, one of her favorite places in Milan ever since they moved there. Smiling gently she brushed her dark hair behind her ear and glanced up at the gray sky. Snow crunched beneath her boots as she tucked her hands into her pockets and looked out at the park.

She had always loved the snow, ever since she was little it never ceased to enchant her. Even if it was freezing and felt like it was twenty below zero out. Her lips were drawn up in a smile as she sighed quietly.

[VASILI ADRIENN SEVASTIEN]

VASILI SEVASTIEN
WHAT'S LEFT YOU DID FORSAKE
LIFT ME UP, MY SOUL'S SO HOLLOW
YOU CAN MAKE ME SCREAM INTERNALLY
YOU MAKE ME BREATH ENTERNALLY
YOU SEE, THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE
THE THINGS THAT MAKE ME PLAIN

The day started early as usual for the Russian man; he woke up well before dawn after getting maybe a couple hours worth of sleep. The daily morning routine followed suit; take meds, shower, munch on some breakfast, maybe stick some reading in there somewhere before playing some piano to relax. He didn't have any work during the day today and had the short night shift for the restaurant this evening... so he pretty much had the whole day to kill.

After playing a few songs on his piano he got up and threw on a casual outfit and headed outside with small messenger bag in tow. Once he stepped out of the door he wrapped his scarf more tightly against his neck. He definitely looked at home out in the cold; he wasn't really wearing anything heavy to guard against the cold breeze but it didn't seem like the Russian was bothered by it. He adjusted the shoulder strap to his bag and began heading toward the park.

As Vasili walked he idly fumbled through the stuff in his bag to make sure everything was there; he didn't know why he didn't just do that before he left. Must be a habit. He was missing his bottle of alcohol... which was okay, he didn't exactly need that right now. He pulled out his half-empty pack of smokes and lit one up. Another attempt to settle his nerves a little more. He felt completely on edge lately knowing that soon he'd be so out of meds. The citizens of Milan didn't want that to happen.

He soon got to the park and had to light another cigarette; he stuck the cancer stick between his lips and pulled out the lighter and cupped a hand around it to make sure the lighter flame stayed lit and lit the cigarette. In doing so he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and quickly bumped into someone; he stopped immediately and looked to see who he'd run into with an apologetic smile on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, miss, I wasn't looking where I was going..." he said quietly, taking a step back to give her back some personal space.

It was kind of obvious that the man was kind of edgy; perhaps he should've stayed home and tried to get some more sleep instead of leaving his home sleep deprived and stressed out. "Are you okay?" Vasili asked after a moment of standing there, hoping he didn't hurt her or anything even though it was just a small bump.

WORDS o.428
TAG Louisa, derp.
LETTERS Lawl, you wrote so much, I feel bad for giving you this short post. ;_;
MUSIC 21 Guns - Greenday
CREDITS character && post © crys. format && coding © daiki.

[LOUISA MEILING CHO]

And when I get excited
My little China girl says..
"Oh baby just you shut your mouth"
She says, "Shhhhh...."

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She missed dancing.

Back in America she had enough money with her father to afford dance lessons. Since leaving to Italy she didn't have time to get back into her love. Staring down at her feet sadly her thin eyebrows knit towards each other and her almond eyes squeezed shut. Even though they weren't there, she felt her red shoes.

Every true ballerina had a pair of red shoes. In the ballet as well as the Hans Christian Anderson story told a tale of a young girl who was forced to dance. The dancer was only rescued from the horrible fate when the shoes were removed, in the story the girl's feet are chopped off and she is forced to tell people about her missing feet and warn them of their own red shoes. In the ballet they are simply removed upon a priest in which the young girl dies and the shoes are given to another hapless victim. Every real ballerina had a pair of red shoes, they never stopped dancing until some force made them stop.

Sometimes, it was injury and the dancer was forced to stop. Sometimes, it was for love and the dancer stopped in order to spend time with their family. Someone who truly loved ballet would know that as long as they could dance, relationships would always take second place to it. Sometimes, it was age and the dancer was unable to dance. Other times, the guilt of the shoes were far too heavy for some dancers to carry along their shoulders. It was so great--such a reasonability they were unable to handle they would have to choose between one world or another. Louisa's red shoes burned hot like coal against her feet almost every day. True, sometimes he would yell at her but it was when he didn't yell when she worried.

The first year she had kept in touch with him but when she wasn't allowed into dance class, primarily for its expense the ballerina was rather sad and she stopped talking with her Maestro. She missed dancing, she hated not having a studio to retreat to, she'd have to use the practice rooms to practice.

She was being idle, she realized as she puffed out her cheeks sadly and glanced over to the ground. She spent most of her time just academy. Breathing in through her nose the Chinese girl glanced oevr to the side and brushed back at her dark hair with her ungloved hands.

Dark eyes closed and she glanced up when she heard something. Huh? What happened! What bumped into her? She was caught off guard and let out an "Ooof!" What was that?

Stepping backwards she glanced up to whatever it was. Surely it wasn't a tree! No it wasn't, it was just a man. Blushing gently either fromt he cold weather of the contact she brought both of her hands up towards her chest as she closed her eyes tightly. Opening up her eyes she glanced up at the Russian and she bit down on her lower lip in a skeptical manner.

"I-I'm fine, I promise I'm fine," the Chinese girl piped up towards him and she sighed gently. her shoudlers dropped as she rubbed at her thin arms. "You okay?"

tag: Vasili~
muse: Overflowing. <3
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music: China Girl
comments and concerns: none! so excited that i've made my first thread here. [/size]