Post by Wraith "Ray" Ziodex on Dec 23, 2008 18:07:10 GMT -5
Wraith sat among the friends she'd known her entire life. The books of the library. Everything from Jane Austin to Edgar Allen Poe. Everything in between as well. Wraith silently wondered to herself if this was really the safest place to be. The large open spaces proved to be slightly dangerous in themselves. Anyone could come and attack.
Paranoia was something the girl was sadly good at. There was almost never a moment when she wasn't looking over her shoulder. "Thank you Zachary Scott," Ray thought with a grimace. Her family was never a very good thing to think about. The wounds they created were deep and un-healing. Since the age of fourteen the girl lived away from her mother, brothers, sisters, and her step-father. Moving away from Zachary James Scott wasn't a bad thing. Ray spent the breaks with her father in their Manhattan home. The rest of her family lived across the country in Los Angeles, California. She couldn't say she missed them much.
Looking away from the book she held for a moment, Wraith pondered what she was doing just sitting alone in a dimly lit corner of the library. Going back to her book, though not reading simply looking at the page, she frowned as she heard the familiar sound of a rhythmic tapping on the brown wooden floor. When it got closer the girl turned her attention to the person. Turning her head she glanced to the person in her peripheral vision.
Paranoia was something the girl was sadly good at. There was almost never a moment when she wasn't looking over her shoulder. "Thank you Zachary Scott," Ray thought with a grimace. Her family was never a very good thing to think about. The wounds they created were deep and un-healing. Since the age of fourteen the girl lived away from her mother, brothers, sisters, and her step-father. Moving away from Zachary James Scott wasn't a bad thing. Ray spent the breaks with her father in their Manhattan home. The rest of her family lived across the country in Los Angeles, California. She couldn't say she missed them much.
Looking away from the book she held for a moment, Wraith pondered what she was doing just sitting alone in a dimly lit corner of the library. Going back to her book, though not reading simply looking at the page, she frowned as she heard the familiar sound of a rhythmic tapping on the brown wooden floor. When it got closer the girl turned her attention to the person. Turning her head she glanced to the person in her peripheral vision.
