Post by Vyn on Nov 19, 2008 0:26:18 GMT -5
Author: Vyn
Characters: Vesper (references to others)
Setting: 15 years old, Capital City
Word Count: 845
Author's Warning: Violence, Excessive Cursing (lots of it...)
(The Poison's Just In Me)
Why the fuck did everyone else get to be happy?
Why was she the only one that always seemed to be wallowing in the excrements of others? They got all the breaks and she was wallowing in their shadows, pathetic.
Their happiness did nothing but grate on her ears. No matter where she went she was forced to be subjected to their bullshit and their laughter. At home with beaming Cas and even in the bars she ran to as a perpetual escape, even /there/ Vesper couldn't escape it.
"Oh shut your ugly snouts," Vesper grunted over her mug, glaring daggers at the group of rowdy men not far from where she was sitting. She just wanted to drink herself out of existence in peace, why did they have to ruin it?
There was a momentary battle of glares and foul words, but eventually everyone went back to ignoring each other and Vesper managed to pound down more pints than her adolescent frame should have ever taken.
Tolerance was a bitch, but Vesper had learned how to chug her way through it until she was properly drunk. So drunk that she forgot how to walk, even if she seemed to lose more and more control over her already sharp tongue until nothing could stopper the filth pouring from the little cross breed.
Vesper was there again. The annoyingly happy group had left a long time ago, only to be replaced by an even more obnoxious bunch of backwater Josiggy's that couldn't help but voice their opinion of her heritage and the scent of her rot.
"Fuck you all, fuckin' bastards!" Bringing up one overly lanky leg, Vesper curled her dexterous paw and flashed her middle toe at the dogs harassing her. They were all just as fucked up as she was! What right did they have to stare, to say she stunk of rot!
The rat stumbled into an alley, kicking at trash and the bins that attempted to contain them. Fuck. In the blink of an eye Vesper crashed from blindingly furious to crying into her paws in depressive, self-loathing pity. Ah, the wonder of alcohol. Over and over again she cursed herself, cursed Cas. All the good looks, the personality, the luck. Everything went to him and she and Brokat were scraped from the bottom of the barrel. They got absolutely nothing from life.
Everyone turned their noses up at them, at the things that she and poor Brokat couldn't change. It wasn't like anyone asked to be born a Lowlander. Sobbing more and more heavily, Vesper lashed her tail like an enraged cat and screamed into her paws. "Pigs, swine! Filthy, stinking, hogs!" The screaming didn't help, nothing really would at this point.
...And then something crashed into her, knocking the wind out of her as the weight of the foreign body drove her into the nearest wall. She collapsed back down with an 'oomph' and opened her eyes to see none other than the 'filthy swine' from the bar. They were all sneering with approval at the tear-streaked and drunken teenager. "Little bitch! I think it's about time someone teaches you to keep your filthy little mouth shut!" She was just a nasty little kid, how dare she spout off like she, a lowlander, was above he and his friends! "Lowlander scum!"
The Josiggy Bull's speech was too much, far too much. Even before her lungs managed to properly refill themselves, Vesper found herself in a fit of hysterical, wheezing laughter. "How original, big man! Like I've never heard that one before! Limp dicked son-of-a-whore!"
"Shut up!!!" The last thing he expected from the little wretched bitch was laughter. She should've been begging for forgiveness, not laughing. He'd be sure to teach her some manners before the night was out.
Vesper was no push over, even at fifteen, and she was determined to give these jerks a run for their money even if there was, in the end, no chance that a single little girl could win against three fully grown men. By the time they'd beaten the fight out of her, they took turns beating her into the ground until the couldn't feel anything -- not even the pain -- anymore. Vesper was sure she lost consciousness before they came anywhere close to relenting.
Vesper awoke choking on her own blood, barely aware of anything other than the fact that she probably should have been dead.
That she would have been happier dead. The rat wheeze, spitting out the mouthful of blood into the growing pool beside her, and pushed herself up. There was no way she was getting home like this, but her paws attempted to get her there regardless.
Even if she was just going to wind up dead, at very least she'd wind up dead around the few people she cared about.
As her luck would have it, of course, Vesper's consciousness lasted barely half-way home and, in the most graceful way possible, she found herself collapsing into a rather foul-smelling gutter and all that could manage to run through her head was 'What a suiting end'...
If only life could have been that easy.
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Ending note: This will eventually lead into an RP once I have time. So no, she's not dead... yet. >_>;
Characters: Vesper (references to others)
Setting: 15 years old, Capital City
Word Count: 845
Author's Warning: Violence, Excessive Cursing (lots of it...)
(The Poison's Just In Me)
Why the fuck did everyone else get to be happy?
Why was she the only one that always seemed to be wallowing in the excrements of others? They got all the breaks and she was wallowing in their shadows, pathetic.
Their happiness did nothing but grate on her ears. No matter where she went she was forced to be subjected to their bullshit and their laughter. At home with beaming Cas and even in the bars she ran to as a perpetual escape, even /there/ Vesper couldn't escape it.
"Oh shut your ugly snouts," Vesper grunted over her mug, glaring daggers at the group of rowdy men not far from where she was sitting. She just wanted to drink herself out of existence in peace, why did they have to ruin it?
There was a momentary battle of glares and foul words, but eventually everyone went back to ignoring each other and Vesper managed to pound down more pints than her adolescent frame should have ever taken.
Tolerance was a bitch, but Vesper had learned how to chug her way through it until she was properly drunk. So drunk that she forgot how to walk, even if she seemed to lose more and more control over her already sharp tongue until nothing could stopper the filth pouring from the little cross breed.
Vesper was there again. The annoyingly happy group had left a long time ago, only to be replaced by an even more obnoxious bunch of backwater Josiggy's that couldn't help but voice their opinion of her heritage and the scent of her rot.
"Fuck you all, fuckin' bastards!" Bringing up one overly lanky leg, Vesper curled her dexterous paw and flashed her middle toe at the dogs harassing her. They were all just as fucked up as she was! What right did they have to stare, to say she stunk of rot!
The rat stumbled into an alley, kicking at trash and the bins that attempted to contain them. Fuck. In the blink of an eye Vesper crashed from blindingly furious to crying into her paws in depressive, self-loathing pity. Ah, the wonder of alcohol. Over and over again she cursed herself, cursed Cas. All the good looks, the personality, the luck. Everything went to him and she and Brokat were scraped from the bottom of the barrel. They got absolutely nothing from life.
Everyone turned their noses up at them, at the things that she and poor Brokat couldn't change. It wasn't like anyone asked to be born a Lowlander. Sobbing more and more heavily, Vesper lashed her tail like an enraged cat and screamed into her paws. "Pigs, swine! Filthy, stinking, hogs!" The screaming didn't help, nothing really would at this point.
...And then something crashed into her, knocking the wind out of her as the weight of the foreign body drove her into the nearest wall. She collapsed back down with an 'oomph' and opened her eyes to see none other than the 'filthy swine' from the bar. They were all sneering with approval at the tear-streaked and drunken teenager. "Little bitch! I think it's about time someone teaches you to keep your filthy little mouth shut!" She was just a nasty little kid, how dare she spout off like she, a lowlander, was above he and his friends! "Lowlander scum!"
The Josiggy Bull's speech was too much, far too much. Even before her lungs managed to properly refill themselves, Vesper found herself in a fit of hysterical, wheezing laughter. "How original, big man! Like I've never heard that one before! Limp dicked son-of-a-whore!"
"Shut up!!!" The last thing he expected from the little wretched bitch was laughter. She should've been begging for forgiveness, not laughing. He'd be sure to teach her some manners before the night was out.
Vesper was no push over, even at fifteen, and she was determined to give these jerks a run for their money even if there was, in the end, no chance that a single little girl could win against three fully grown men. By the time they'd beaten the fight out of her, they took turns beating her into the ground until the couldn't feel anything -- not even the pain -- anymore. Vesper was sure she lost consciousness before they came anywhere close to relenting.
Vesper awoke choking on her own blood, barely aware of anything other than the fact that she probably should have been dead.
That she would have been happier dead. The rat wheeze, spitting out the mouthful of blood into the growing pool beside her, and pushed herself up. There was no way she was getting home like this, but her paws attempted to get her there regardless.
Even if she was just going to wind up dead, at very least she'd wind up dead around the few people she cared about.
As her luck would have it, of course, Vesper's consciousness lasted barely half-way home and, in the most graceful way possible, she found herself collapsing into a rather foul-smelling gutter and all that could manage to run through her head was 'What a suiting end'...
If only life could have been that easy.
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Ending note: This will eventually lead into an RP once I have time. So no, she's not dead... yet. >_>;
