[ t r a p p e d ] orphange, powers r.p. -- closed

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[I'm just waiting for everyone else to get their first post done before I do my second, I think a few others are doing this also.]

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((I'm getting a post ready now, sorry about the wait.))

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{Do you know what's worth fighting for? Do you know what's worth dying for?
- Green Day}

|{Daenerys Black}|

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Calm
··Where··
Room
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Alone

"Try to be positive, try to be positive...Don't worry, everything is gonna be alright today, they won't hurt you unless you let them think you know about them, about what they're doing here. You're just an orphan, looking for a place to fit in here, in the middle of nowhere..."

No matter how much she tried, she always end up crying a bit when she thought about this, about why she was here, with all this people she didn't really know, and she didn't want to know at all. The teachers, the doctors, the staff of the orphanage...They were all just a bunch of people who trapped her there, without any chance to escape or leave. They were always controlled, everyone there. All the walls seemed to have ears and eyes, but sometimes she just thought she was being paranoiac.

Who would want to control a bunch of kids, of impolite and disrespectful teens?

There was something that Dany didn't know, a reason why they had them here, in the orphanage. But why? It was obvious the adults knew the answer, but the teens there seemed to know anything...but her. Did all the teens there have powers, powers they couldn't control? Were they being used to get those powers? Daenerys didn't know, and didn't want to know either. She just wanted to go home. Or to had something she could call home, a place to go. Anywhere.

Daenerys came out of the bathroom, combing her red hair, like a waterfall around her shoulders. Finally, fully dressed, with enough make up and with her hair perfectly combed, she went out of her room, looking for her breackfast. She was truly hungry, but the orphanage food was quite good and tasty, enough to keep the bunch of orphans happy. But Dany wasn't happy, even with the food. Maybe she needed something more, something out of there. The dinning hall walls were colored in earthy colors, furnished with wooden chairs and tables. The smells of breakfast made her stomach grumble. With a smile, Daenerys walked to the food, like a hungry zombie.

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{. Just forget my first post.
I kinda messed up on that one.... ♥

m o o d upset
a c t i o n crying
l o c a t i o n in her room
w e a r i n g this
r e l a t i o n s h i p single

Shay Lynn Cassidy
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Seventeen
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Shifter into a snow leopard
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A small anger issue

"I hate it when people are mad a me"
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"Why?"
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"Well, it makes me think, {pause} what did I do wrong?"

The tears just came. Like a waterfall. She couldn't do anything about them. Horrible. Salty, and uncomfortable. They traveled fast down her rosy punk cheeks and cascaded down her chin. Horrible. It was everything. But mostly her mom. It was her birthday.
Thinking about that, it just made her cry harder. Not thinking about the other peaceful orphans, she stood up, and stormed over to her highly decorated, glittery door and slammed it shut. The force made the door frame create a long crack the started from the top, and all the way to the bottom. She choked out another sob and clenched her fists. Okay, so maybe she had a small anger issue. She stood there, her mascara in tracks down her cheeks, back hunched, and fists clenched, staring at the door. Finally, she broke, again.
The sobs came harder, taking her breath away. She forced herself to move through her troubling tears and to her bedside table.
On the small table was a framed picture of her mom on a park swing. Her beautiful brown layers were swinging behind her as she swung with her legs forward and strait. Her eyes had a certain look to them. That she knew everything. Like she was the most smartest person in the world. It made her angry. How could she do this? How could her mother have left her like this?
She felt like dirt, right how. Her life was officially ruined. She picked up the picture frame, and hurled it at the wall. It made contact and shattered to pieces. That only made her break more. Shay sunk down to the ground into a squatting position and hugged her knees. Her cheeks squished up against them and her tears found a new please to travel. They gathered, and fell down the front of her legs. Fast moving, salty, and clear. Horrible.