Post by EvaLynn on Oct 27, 2011 21:41:57 GMT -5
It took her a while to be given such privileges here. So long that she thought she would never get it. EvaLynn did not trust anyone in this place. No way. So, for her to even be able to talk to anyone here was rare. Not her fault that her own life was destroyed. A soft sigh escaped her darkened, color lips as she tilted her crimson gaze up to the sky. Seven years...Seven years she had been here and it took her five to be able to be allowed to go outside into the gated grounds where grass fields, a swimming pool, and a small basketball court laid. A pale and delicate hand had reached up to let her slender fingers barely touch the collar upon her neck, hidden behind a red tie. It bore a Gothic cross upon it, this tie. Many times she wondered why she was here, and yet, in the end, she knew the answer. Always knew it. She was different. A mutant, that needed to be caged, needed to be watched. She knew this from day one. Just with what all happened in her life before she ended up here. She was something that needed to be caged.
"Meh…" Her voice was in a hushed whisper, though she was alone in the fields in the courtyard in the evening of this day. It felt nice to be outside. One of the things she loved doing when she wasn't caught up in her ..."room" writing a poem, was come outside and to relax. She did bring her journal out here to write more poems. But, right now she was laying down looking up to the sky. Her black hair was sprawled all out and around her head. Today, she wore a black tank top; the spaghetti like straps would be falling slightly of her slim shoulders. She wore black skin-tight skirt. Her shoes were black, but sitting off to the side of her, her feet only wearing black thigh high socks. EvaLynn loved the color black, and she tried to wear as much of it as she could, though, it never failed that she would wear some kind of color. That color being a crimson red. She had curled her legs up close to her body, and again, she let out a soft sigh.
After a while of all this, EvaLynn slowly used her hands which were at her side to slowly push herself up to sit on her bottom, her legs now tucked almost elegantly under her but more slightly off to the side. She reached out to grab her journal, grasping it and then bringing it close to herself. She held it like it was a life support. Which in some ways, it was. It was where EvaLynn wrote everything. Not just her poems, but her feelings and what her mind let out which remained unspoken to others. She closed her eyes slowly as she thought to herself.-“Will they ever let me out…’us’ out?” - She frowned slightly now as she already knew the answer to this. “Meh…” She said once more as she slowly began to hum, her body slightly rocking as she did so. After a few moments, her voice would be heard, and words would come out from some song she had heard which made her think of herself. “So, put on your best boys, and I’ll wear my pearls… What I never did is done. A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’d sell for them a dollar. They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner and maybe then you’ll hear the words I’ve been singing. Funny when you’re dead how people start listening… If I die young, bury me in satin. Lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in the river at dawn. Send me away with the words of a love song. Uh oh… The ballad of a dove, go with peace and love. Gather up your tears; keep them in your pocket. Save them for a time when you’re really going to need them. The sharp knife on a short life… I’ve had just enough time…”
EvaLynn’s crimson colored eyes opened before she would sing the last part of the song. “So, put on your best boys… and I’ll wear my… pearls…” She smiled as she finished the song, and felt a bit relieved for singing. She always put so much emotion into her songs, and, it always made her feel better after she did so.
"Meh…" Her voice was in a hushed whisper, though she was alone in the fields in the courtyard in the evening of this day. It felt nice to be outside. One of the things she loved doing when she wasn't caught up in her ..."room" writing a poem, was come outside and to relax. She did bring her journal out here to write more poems. But, right now she was laying down looking up to the sky. Her black hair was sprawled all out and around her head. Today, she wore a black tank top; the spaghetti like straps would be falling slightly of her slim shoulders. She wore black skin-tight skirt. Her shoes were black, but sitting off to the side of her, her feet only wearing black thigh high socks. EvaLynn loved the color black, and she tried to wear as much of it as she could, though, it never failed that she would wear some kind of color. That color being a crimson red. She had curled her legs up close to her body, and again, she let out a soft sigh.
After a while of all this, EvaLynn slowly used her hands which were at her side to slowly push herself up to sit on her bottom, her legs now tucked almost elegantly under her but more slightly off to the side. She reached out to grab her journal, grasping it and then bringing it close to herself. She held it like it was a life support. Which in some ways, it was. It was where EvaLynn wrote everything. Not just her poems, but her feelings and what her mind let out which remained unspoken to others. She closed her eyes slowly as she thought to herself.-“Will they ever let me out…’us’ out?” - She frowned slightly now as she already knew the answer to this. “Meh…” She said once more as she slowly began to hum, her body slightly rocking as she did so. After a few moments, her voice would be heard, and words would come out from some song she had heard which made her think of herself. “So, put on your best boys, and I’ll wear my pearls… What I never did is done. A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’d sell for them a dollar. They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner and maybe then you’ll hear the words I’ve been singing. Funny when you’re dead how people start listening… If I die young, bury me in satin. Lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in the river at dawn. Send me away with the words of a love song. Uh oh… The ballad of a dove, go with peace and love. Gather up your tears; keep them in your pocket. Save them for a time when you’re really going to need them. The sharp knife on a short life… I’ve had just enough time…”
EvaLynn’s crimson colored eyes opened before she would sing the last part of the song. “So, put on your best boys… and I’ll wear my… pearls…” She smiled as she finished the song, and felt a bit relieved for singing. She always put so much emotion into her songs, and, it always made her feel better after she did so.