SACRIFICE // sacrifice

[selly]

Open. <3

The sound of retching and a substance hitting the bottom of a half-full basin could be heard rather clearly from the ground floor of Selene's house, where Selene's parents went about doing Selene's chores because Selene couldn't be bothered. At this sound, both parents grimaced. They didn't quite like the smell of puke, and it wasn't quite enjoyable having an ill teenager in the house. Especially when it was Selene, who got exceptionally cranky when she was ill. And retching wasn't a very nice thing to be doing.

Selene, on the other hand, was finishing a conversation with Erik over the computer. Of course.

yeah_you_better: Go to hell, Erik O'Donovan. I'll go to your place and retch all over your shoes if you don't shut the hell up.
yeah_you_better: I'm going out for fresh air. bbl.

She leaned over, pressing her hands to her stomach, and vomited again. Straightening up, she wiped her mouth grimly with a tissue. Maybe going out was the best thing to do. Her rich purple bedroom couldn't take much more stink. She took a can of air freshener out of her drawer and slammed it on the table. First she had to change from her... Selene looked down. It was 3 in the afternoon on Saturday afternoon and she was wearing a black tank top, green bermudas and fuzzy bunny slippers.

Yeah. She could go out in that.
NOT.

Selene sighed, and flicked her finger. Her cupboard door flew open and several choice bottoms presented themselves on her bed. Jeans. Well, that was a given. Jeans it was. A pair of dark jeans pinned themselves to the wall as Selene swiped her hand through the air, another hand pulling air towards the bed. SHIRTS. They were evil. It took a bit of debating, but Selene chose the black shirt over the blue one. Well, the blue one was velvet. Velvet was nice.

So it was like that, plus a pair of old and broken sneakers (her favorite style) that she walked downstairs, throwing the can of air freshener at the tv and motioning to the ceiling, where her bedroom was, to her mother, saying nothing. It was a little unspoken rule. Don't be a smart ass, don't get grounded. Thing was, Selene was always a smart ass. So she kept her mouth shut around the house. Except when she was retching, otherwise she would have to swallow puke, and that was gross.

And so she slammed the door behind her, like she always did, then started towards the park, humming to herself slightly. She bumped into - literally bumped - quite a few people along the way - one such person was a moron who yelled at her for 5 minutes before he choked and fell over because Selene was pissed and had slapped him. Obviously, this was too much for the guy. Another such person was a lady with purple hair. She had thrown her book at Selene's head, and Selene was forced to direct it back at the lady. She really didn't want to do it. But if anything hit her head, she would vomit.

And so she sat on a bench, her eyes distant, the slightest smile on her face. Dreaming was good for you, and it was good for Selene, especially when she was puking.

Hopefully she didn't puke here, too.

[elaezerbelle]

The bundles of screaming children had, for the most part, dwindled. Odille sat upon a weathered bench in a red tulle dress that came down to her knees and looked like it fell from the silver screen in the 1940’s. She was pouring over sheets of music, deciding on what to play next, but nothing appealed to her. Nothing stirred her insides. She clumsily continued to flip through the pages anyway, tossing some back into her cello case carelessly, pulling more out from the hidden pockets within. Some were crinkled or spotted with dirt and nearly unreadable. It came with the territory of belonging to Odille Lenore. She was a careless and sloppy girl.

Aside from the children playing noisily on the playground, the park looked like the scene from Beauty and the Beast where the townspeople are all greeting each other and gossiping, saying “Bonjour, good day!” and Belle is running around with her books singing about how she wants so much more from her life than this. Odille’s lips curled into a little smile thinking of it each time someone said “Bonjour” or she could hear whispering around her. She wondered if they were calling her peculiar, but then maybe they hadn’t noticed her yet. She was still new to the area, even if she did frequent parks like this. It was nice to be outdoors playing music. Most people didn’t appreciate it, or they appreciated it in ways Odille didn’t appreciate…like chucking their useless pennies at her.

She chucked the music aside and put the bow to the strings. In the distance a girl sat upon another bench alone and looked sick, the flowers in their beds swayed slightly in the breeze, little splashing sounds came from the ponds where birds were bathing, and Odille closed her eyes. She played the first thing that popped into her head. She didn’t no if it even had a title. It was basically the only song the character “Haji” from one of her favorite Animes Blood+ ever played. It was deep and brooding, with a bit of mystery and darkness thrown in. She played all she could remember, her eyes closed the entire time, hoping the birds, the girl, the flowers, and anyone else who was around enjoyed it even for a moment. But if they didn’t, she did.

At first she remembered hearing the song for the first time, and then how throughout the series they used it so frequently it became a nuisance, and finally it was so imbedded in her head that she just had to figure out how to play it herself. Which didn’t prove to be difficult. Then she started to think about different times in her life the song reminded her of. The low pitched, frightful, yet strangely beautiful times. Driving down a dark road with water on each side, threatening to pull her in, crying over lost love, and wishing slightly it would pull her in. She heard a clanging of coins.

Her eyes shot open and the bows ceased movement. She glared fiercely at her cello case and saw the copper coins laying there mocking her. She pounced down at them and picked them up with one try, then slammed her case shut and hurled the change at the person who’d dropped it, some dumb man, it hit him in the back and he turned for a moment as she shouted in French that she didn’t want his worthless spare change. He ignored her and the coins, they were as useless to him as they were to her. She blamed herself for forgetting to close her case this time. Just because she liked to practice outdoors didn’t mean she was some vagrant begging for money. She let out an angry sigh, and sat back down, putting her heel clad feet up on the case, daring anyone else to try and do the same. She glanced around and saw the girl looking at her, she looked irritated by the disturbance.

"Do I look like some bloody vagrant to him? Bastard." She said in her direction and shook her head. She stood up now and took a few steps into the girl's direction, "I think I've seen you around in the cafe, I'm Odille." She was holding her bow, and took a couple more steps closer, playing with it in her hands. The girl looked a bit green in the face, "Are you feeling alright?" She asked sympathetically.

[selly]

As Selene dreamed, a piece of music intruded into her mind. She gladly welcomed it, finding it to be a somewhat familiar friend, and she found herself humming along. It sounded like a very familiar piece indeed. And by a cello, no less! Selene herself used to play a cello, before Dodge accidentally broke it when she knocked a very heavy tome that was Selene's history book onto the instrument. It was cheap, it was of bad quality, and was of no use anyway. That applied to both the cello and the big book that Selene had torn to shreds a few days later out of frustration. Selene had immdeiately regretted that. She lovedlovedloved history.

Selene hadn't bothered to buy another cello, but she had gone to buy another book.

And she knew how to play the song, coincidentally.

Selene played with an imaginary bow and cello, her fingers moving rapidly up and down the four strings. She had once been told she had very good fingers for the cello. This was from her instructor, of course, who she had paid for by herself, since of course, her parents didn't care. Suddenly, the music stopped. Selene opened her eyes slowly, her fingers stopping their movement and her right arm dropping to the side. She suddenly realized how stupid she must have looked. Damn.

Selene glanced at the player, and found her looking slightly familiar. She had beautiful long blond hair and a very pretty face. Hmm. The girl had slammed her cello case shut and thrown a bunch of copper coins at the man who had given it to her. Selene laughed slightly at him, then hurried to pick up the coins when she realized nobody wanted them. Well, she could use them. Then she wanted the music again. It was a beautiful piece, and that girl's playing wasn't half bad. When she realized the girl wasn't about to play again, she frowned. She wanted it. And Selene got what she wanted. ALL THE TIME.

"Do I look like some bloody vagrant to him? Bastard." Selene shrugged at this. It wasn't her problem. Then, the girl approached her, the bow in her hands, and introduced herself as Odille. 'Selene Eleendette,' Sel replied. "Are you feeling alright?" Selene snorted at this. 'Not in the least. I've puked twice already. But your music made me feel better.' Selene glanced at the bow in Odille's hands, then back at the girl's face. 'You're pretty good.'

[elaezerbelle]

"Selene Eleendette," She repeated, "That's a lovely name." She complimented her playing. Well, Odille just beamed at that. Compliments were quite nice little things and she was pleased as pie to receive this one. She'd better be good considering having played her whole life and to the most strict teacher. Her father. She was pretty sure she‘d seen Selene before, though she couldn‘t remember where. "Why thank you, I guess I'll just have to play something else for you." She was more than happy to play for someone who appreciated it. In ways other than useless pennies. And she knew puking was no picnic.

So she strode back to her instrument and swiftly picked it up. Selene walked behind her and sat beside her on the bench. Picking a song however, was again no easy task. She bit her lip and ran the bow along the strings carelessly a couple of times, not playing anything in particular. “Hmmmm.” She said in an airy thoughtful voice, then began the same song again, for lack of a better one. She closed her eyes and ran through her thoughts again, then abruptly she stopped. “Oh, that isn’t the only song I know,” She laughed a litte, “Do you have any requests by any chance?” Then she thought she remembered her pretending to play a few moments before attacking the strange stupid man. “Actually, do you play? I thought I saw you over there before making believe to.”

Anyone who could make believe anything these days was cool in her book. Most everyone was just trying to get from point A to point B. That wasn’t Odille’s style. Her only objective in life now was to live wild and free. Emphasis on free. She didn’t work or pay for anything. She could cast illusions, who needed money when you could make people see money? She just wanted to live her life of fun and forgetting, enjoy what little left there was to enjoy.

Selene really didn’t look so hot. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so chatty. She bit her lip nervously, and played something quiet and slow as she looked up at her and waited for an answer…or for something else that she was hoping wouldn’t come instead. She wondered if she had anything with her for nausea. Nope. She thought. Masi would. Her roommate who was an herbalist, she preferred stimulants herself. “You’re not going to throw up on me, are you?” She asked with a worried expression and a still sympathetic tone.

(OOC: Eh, I know it's uber short, I hope it's ok...I'll write more next post I PROMISE!!)