Post by AISHA on Sept 17, 2011 15:13:42 GMT -5
Aisha had run away for most of the day--simply because she couldn't stand being in the same room with Cassie. Even more so, Max was defensive over the little blonde twit, which only caused her to be even more annoyed, even more irritated. Aisha had no desire for Max, he was too much like a brother--but the fact that he brought Cassie in without a problem, without running it by anyone was almost too much to handle. Cassie had no responsibility; her scheduale meant sleeping with whoever, and smoking whatever. Which left Aisha to herd Kiddo away from the intoxicated girl, and clean up the messes left behind. So, instead of hiding away in the sewers, Aisha ventured up into the sunshine of Central Park.
She sucked in a deep breath of air, and walked through the park. Each step she took caused a cheerful, pealing sound. From the tambourine in her hands, to the scarf of coins wrapping around her hips. She gained a few stares, because it was unusual. At least now, it had become unusual. Her day to day routine had been to dance in Central Park, changing up the act every now and then, and using that money to buy what she would need for the day. But now, that she had a home, and the people in that home--sans Cassie--worked like a unit, she didn't have to work quite so much anymore. But the crave of sunshine had driven her out of the sewers, and into her old costume. It was uncomfortable for a moment, without Max accompanying her with his drumsticks. Without Promie gathering her crowd, and when she went to jump onto one of the benches, she froze. She wobbled on her toes, before dropping back to her feet, and was suddenly petrified.
Her music was gone, the music in her head was gone. And she hadn't thought to bring her boombox. She stood infront of the empty bench staring at it for a moment, and threw the tambourine into the trees. She didn't see where it landed, but she heard the thud, and jingle as it crashed into, something. She spun on her foot, and sat on the bench, and put her face in her hands. Her black hair tumbled around her shoulders, and across her knees in tangled, wild curls. A black curtain sheilding her from the rest of Central Park. The constant fighting with Max and Cassie was finally starting to wear her threads thin. The fear that Kiddo would hate her for trying to keep her and Cassie seperated, and the strange outsider feeling she got around Alex was sending her into a tizzy. She had to worry about all of them, and it was suddenly setting in how overwhelming it was. She only had to fend for herself before, but now, she had a family.
Damn them. Damn them all.
She sniffled, and pushed at her eyes with her fingers, and put her arms in her lap, picking at the coins that laced the top of her skirt. Maybe it wasn't dancing that she needed, because her music was gone. Maybe it was an escape, a change of pace and a change of place. She lifted her head, and glanced over her shoulder in the direction of where the sewers were hidden far down the path. This was the longest she had ever stayed in one place, but maybe...just maybe it should be time to change. Max seemed to have everything under control, and Cassie would be happier than a pig in mud if Aisha were gone. Alex wouldn't miss her, and Kiddo...Kiddo would learn, and hopefully understand one day.
Slowly, Aisha stood to her feet, feeling hollow. She smoothed out her layered skirt, and bit the insides of her cheeks. Now where the hell had she thrown that tambourine?
Tags: Erika / Thalia / Olley / Aisha
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Outfit: Purdeh.
