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Post by sasha on Dec 18, 2012 18:16:43 GMT -8
A person cannot hide but Sasha always thought she could. How long had Taylor been dead since finding out the day after the concert he went to, the one he was so excited to go to? Father thought it would be good for the rest of the family to go somewhere happy and thus they found themselves in Disneyland. The first few days Sasha found herself staying within the resort as her parents went out and around. When the last time she found herself here, Sasha was slowly turned in the bed, waving those thoughts behind her.
Laughter was heard outside as children got excited for their adventure head during the sunny day. Sasha slowly arose from the bed her feet hitting the carpeted floor a good stretch and out of the bed she went. She slowly walked her way to the large window the showed the pool in the middle and out beyond the park. With narrowed eyes she watched the people below for a moment before turning around. Walking over to a suitcase she picked out some clothing, ready to go out and get some fresh air.
After a few moments Sasha had found herself wandering around aimlessly, the screams and gasps of people all around her. The park was alive and buzzing with excitement and thrills; it’s what everyone wants when they come. Sasha on the other had just wanted to stay home in bed not out here just to forget. But after family discussion, she was outweighed by her parents. Her fist clenched up as she started to stomp towards Fantasyland. Sasha started to slow down and look around; a little girl squealed and ran past her getting ready for her dream to come true to meet a real princess. And yet here Sasha was, ready to meet someone or something to make her feel better. Watching the little girl in delight didn’t make her feel better yet sadden for the fact that she would learn about the real world the hard way, just like Sasha did and many more people.
Slowly making her way into the castle she reached for the tallest point and stopped inside a room. It was silent as people looked around in wonder pointing to all the neat stuff, Sasha on the other hand went to a window and looked out, looking at all of the people, her hands unconsciously keeping her weight on the window. The sun reflecting on her dark hair yet none of it reaching her eyes; eyes that should be showing the same enchantment as the rest of the people within the park. Once more her hands clenched up in a thought. What if she just ended it herself? Timestamp: April 27/ Sunny with passing cloud (71 °F) |
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Post by AMANDA SMITH on Dec 19, 2012 16:58:27 GMT -8
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Since entering the park, the aforementioned brat had since disappeared with some of her actual friends leaving Amanda alone until she was scheduled to be home. If Val had been here that would have been a different story. Val enjoyed places like these and might have actually made it fun for her. But alone, she just wanted to kill the girl and go home. In fact, she was already scheming ways to kill off the girl and blame it on her friends. And she knew she could pull it off too with some preparations. Of course, now was not really the time to be in a murderous rage when there were so many innocent children around. She was not evil, just rage filled. She did not want to be responsible for their loss of innocence when they saw the mutilated body.
Amanda decided to walk around the park. There was no library in the park, she had checked already. But at the very least she wanted to find some place quiet to sit and think. She wandered around randomly and soon found herself in front of Cinderella’s castle. The huge tourist attraction was mostly open to the public except for a few select areas. Amanda wondered if she could bribe or figure out a way into the secluded rooms so she could get some peace and quiet.
Amanda climbed the many steps up to the rooms within the castle. At the top, she saw nothing special and there did not seem to be a way into the private rooms either. That is until she spotted the dark hair girl standing at the window. She looked upset and the way she was looking at the ground made Amanda think that she was planning to end her life. If she was, Amanda wanted to watch. But it was broad daylight and the children. As stated before, she was murderous but not so evil that she would destroy the innocence of children. She did have a maternal side. Perhaps she could convince the girl to do it in a private spot.
With that thought in mind, Amanda walked up to the girl with a smile on her face. ”Excuse me,” she said as she tapped on the girl’s shoulder. ”You see, I do not come to Disneyland very often so I do not know my way around here. Do you think you can show me how to get out of this castle?” Amanda knew perfectly well how to get out but first she needed to lure this girl out. She looked like a Good Samaritan so she’d play the ignorant tourist if necessary.
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Post by sasha on Dec 26, 2012 18:36:58 GMT -8
Sasha never noticed the girl coming into the room. It had been awfully quite for her to get engulfed into her own thoughts remembering her brother’s smile, the way he just went off on his high of life, he was just being himself. She bonked her head lightly on the glass and here she was being moppy but it was hard to change, but she should for him.
She then jumped slightly before narrowing her eyes at the person who shocked her. This person asked her for a way out of the castle, there was only one way in and out. A heavy sigh left her lips, slipping her hands into the tiny pockets of her capris. ”Yeah, I can show you a way out.” She walked past the girl and to the door that would lead out to the hallway.
If this was going to be something life changing, Sasha was going to very unamused, but then she couldn’t read everyone and their own intentions. But then again, maybe getting stuff off her chest would be a good this, if the other party would listen. Then again, she never really released anything before. Oh, internal struggle and its beauty. Sasha looked behind her to see if the person was still following behind. |
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Post by AMANDA SMITH on Dec 28, 2012 19:40:49 GMT -8
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”Thank you for leading me out of the castle,” Amanda said with the same smile she used to charm her father’s business partners. “Also, how do I put this…? Forgive me if I am overstepping my boundaries but, are you alright? You seem quite upset at the moment.” Talking helped people right? Talk to people and supposedly they would feel better. Well, if that was what it took, she could listen to this person for a while. It sure beat sitting around doing nothing.
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