Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jul 4, 2011 4:33:29 GMT -5
Even though her oddly coloured eyes were facing the window, if questioned later she would not have been able to tell anyone what the car she was traveling in has passed. The inside of the sleek silver Jag was silent, save the gentle purr of the engine as they headed down the road toward her destination.
She blinked a couple of times, bringing herself out of her own world as the vehicle began to slow down and she looked at the buildings, simple cabins, that they had cruised to a halt in front of. Taking a deep and calming breath, she released her seatbelt and waited for the rear door to be opened for her.
Once out of the car, she watched in silence as the man, her driver, advocate, social worker, took her two duffel bags and selection of garment bags from the trunk and dumped them on the ground. She already felt out of place by just standing where she was in her perfectly tailored pant suit and shiny black boots.
"I'll see you in a week." She lifted her eyes to look up at the gentle voice as the words tried to caress her. The man was slime and no matter how hard he tried, there was no way she would allow him to get under her skin... well, not let him know how much he made her skin crawl. She gave a single nod and dropped her eyes to the ground again as he walked away, got into the vehicle and drove away. She wasn't mute, she just knew when it was best to keep her mouth shut.
Once she was alone; the tiny, fourteen year old walked forward and collected her belongings. Pulling a slip of paper from her pocket, she looked down at the number on it before she walked up to the door of the cabin with the same number. Lifting her hand, she gently rapped on the door. When there was no reply, she turned the knob and pushed the door open - pleased that for now, the building was empty.
Her eyes scanned the living quarters quickly and she walked silently through to the sleeping area and noticed that two of the beds had obviously already been claimed, by the looks of the personal items surrounding them. walking up to the unused bed, she placed her bags on the ground at the foot of it before she methodically began putting everything away. She wasn't a military brat, but her life had always been so ordered that her things needed to be as neat as a pin or else she couldn't function.
Once she had put all of her clothes away and the few personal items she owned: her sketch books, charcoal and watercolour pencils, a handful of technical books, her school stationary, she quickly stripped the bed and remade it using the sheets that she had bought to go onto the bed - another thing about her was that she was a little OCD about cleanliness.
Stepping back, she looked at her section of the room with a critical eye. Now that everything had been put away, unless someone noticed that the bed had been remade, there wasn't any obvious sign that this part of the room was now occupied.
She blinked a couple of times, bringing herself out of her own world as the vehicle began to slow down and she looked at the buildings, simple cabins, that they had cruised to a halt in front of. Taking a deep and calming breath, she released her seatbelt and waited for the rear door to be opened for her.
Once out of the car, she watched in silence as the man, her driver, advocate, social worker, took her two duffel bags and selection of garment bags from the trunk and dumped them on the ground. She already felt out of place by just standing where she was in her perfectly tailored pant suit and shiny black boots.
"I'll see you in a week." She lifted her eyes to look up at the gentle voice as the words tried to caress her. The man was slime and no matter how hard he tried, there was no way she would allow him to get under her skin... well, not let him know how much he made her skin crawl. She gave a single nod and dropped her eyes to the ground again as he walked away, got into the vehicle and drove away. She wasn't mute, she just knew when it was best to keep her mouth shut.
Once she was alone; the tiny, fourteen year old walked forward and collected her belongings. Pulling a slip of paper from her pocket, she looked down at the number on it before she walked up to the door of the cabin with the same number. Lifting her hand, she gently rapped on the door. When there was no reply, she turned the knob and pushed the door open - pleased that for now, the building was empty.
Her eyes scanned the living quarters quickly and she walked silently through to the sleeping area and noticed that two of the beds had obviously already been claimed, by the looks of the personal items surrounding them. walking up to the unused bed, she placed her bags on the ground at the foot of it before she methodically began putting everything away. She wasn't a military brat, but her life had always been so ordered that her things needed to be as neat as a pin or else she couldn't function.
Once she had put all of her clothes away and the few personal items she owned: her sketch books, charcoal and watercolour pencils, a handful of technical books, her school stationary, she quickly stripped the bed and remade it using the sheets that she had bought to go onto the bed - another thing about her was that she was a little OCD about cleanliness.
Stepping back, she looked at her section of the room with a critical eye. Now that everything had been put away, unless someone noticed that the bed had been remade, there wasn't any obvious sign that this part of the room was now occupied.