seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-06-19 11:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, !playerplot: silent cries, seloria cassul |
narrative; seloria (silent cries)
WHO: Seloria
WHEN: Gemini 28 (June 17)
WHERE: Butcher Street Orphanage
WHAT: Seloria notices some kids are missing.
STATUS: Complete
It’d been weeks since she’d seen Rosa. She hadn’t come in for lessons, and while Seloria had threatened to drop her from the course, she’d mostly hoped the girl would return. She was so talented, graceful, and lovely. But even now as she came to the orphanage, the girl was nowhere to be found. They told her she’d just left. None of this made sense to Seloria. She came to find that a handful had “run off” together they’d said. But they’d seemed content the last time they’d met. They were hopeful that their future would not be as bleak as it had appeared for as long as they could remember. She was going to put Rosa on stage, get her a patron, and push her out of the tenements into the circles of high society. She would’ve had the mettle for it. She definitely had the brains enough to be cultivated into that sort of lifestyle. While Seloria hadn’t come from the sort of upbringing they all shared, she thought that they had changed since she’d arrived. They appeared happier and much more hopeful about what their future held. She didn’t want them to believe they’d never amount to anything because their parents had left them there or died. While she held her own mother and father in high esteem, she believed that these children didn’t need their parents to be something great and wonderful. Having parents like hers only made it easier to achieve goals. At least, for her. None of this would have felt so off if they had simply said they were adopted, but no they’d run off. They’d rejected the city, she was told. It was too dangerous now, the woman had tried to explain, except it didn’t sit with Seloria at all. It was too dangerous? Had the woman not noticed where she lived and what kind of people roamed the streets here? The lights were few and far between. Sometimes the lamps at the corner were only lit when the matron came out to set them herself. And that was just to deter those who preferred the dark from nearing the building. Giant monsters weren’t as frequent as every day dangers. Maybe the new threat simply made their lives more complicated in a way she didn’t understand. She understood the limitations of her own experiences, but she tried. It was disappointing and frustrating to say the least. In a way she felt like she’d failed them. Failure was a hard pill to swallow. |