Post by Arrow on Aug 16, 2017 14:46:15 GMT -8
Penelope Paige Vayne
15 years old
Female
D3
The day was dipped in silver stains spurring the luxurious lines of the sudden summer storm. Shimmering showers of coolly kissed droplets drowned the District in a much needed relief. It was on such a mid year's blessing where strangers stopped to share space within the sky's tears that I was brought into life. Footsteps fell swiftly splashing the stunning streams of crystal clarity while a massive mountain of people pushed a wailing woman through the streets. Only once within the confines of a structure's safety could the careful and concise creation of life be brought into full action. So many things went wrong inside that summer storm, so many people were lost to me, people I never even got to know. In single second the first face of the night was stolen from the safety of my knowledge, my own Father fell victim to a factory explosion while rushing on his way to meet me. Another second later I was born barely breathing but at least strong enough to survive and sense the warmth of my Mother fade as she was stolen away again by the mountain that had brought her to the hospital. I now know why. My Mother was insane, brain burnt by disease. My Father was supposed to come for me, raise me while his wife and my Mother could not. I lost everything in the first second of my life. I Penelope Paige Vayne am the definition of starting out on the wrong foot.
Fifteen years have passed since my saddening survival, in those years of yearning much has changed. I'm a young lady now, long platinum blonde falls and flows from my head and soft sea eyes make up my appearance. My skin lays upon my bones winter white in hue hiding the fact that the heat of life actually runs through my veins. Still everyone tells me that it better than actually being dead, I still wonder whether such a simple statement is truthful. Even if it isn't, I'm alive none the less living the life of an orphaned girl. After the first three years of my life spent shifting from one orphanage to another I was anchored down to a new place entirely, Renee Vayne's House of Lost Ladies. Although an orphanage, the house functions more as an elite academy led by Lady Vayne herself. Each day we are drilled on how to be fine sophisticated ladies and are home schooled only by the female professors Vayne selects. Our "education" persists until our twentieth birthday, on said day we are orderly ushered from the only home we've ever known and out into the world beyond the city mansion's gate. Visitors aren't permitted so hearing from an old friend is very rare. Currently, the house holds twenty six girls of all ages including myself, if I only I had a say when I first was sent to such an existence. Too bad life isn't so simple.
We aren't all the same thankfully. Despite Vayne's intentions seemingly to make us proud robotic ladies of tomorrow, we all have our own personalities. For example, my friend Raven is a year older than myself and is a complete rebel. Constantly cooking up trouble for the staff she's burnt books, spilled stews, and even locked Lady Vayne in her room... twice. Raven as amazing as she is, well, we are most definitely not the same person. I'm quiet, I rarely make a sound unless its to answer a question asked. Social settings frighten me more than rain which stole away the safety of my life and I'm really not suited to be the life of a party. I'm smart at least, clever down to my cells as Lady Vayne tells me. I'm among Lady Vayne's favorites where Raven is among her least, so you see, we really are all unique despite the matching uniforms and cult like life. Its not like we chose to have our parents lost from reach.
Fifteen years have passed since my saddening survival, in those years of yearning much has changed. I'm a young lady now, long platinum blonde falls and flows from my head and soft sea eyes make up my appearance. My skin lays upon my bones winter white in hue hiding the fact that the heat of life actually runs through my veins. Still everyone tells me that it better than actually being dead, I still wonder whether such a simple statement is truthful. Even if it isn't, I'm alive none the less living the life of an orphaned girl. After the first three years of my life spent shifting from one orphanage to another I was anchored down to a new place entirely, Renee Vayne's House of Lost Ladies. Although an orphanage, the house functions more as an elite academy led by Lady Vayne herself. Each day we are drilled on how to be fine sophisticated ladies and are home schooled only by the female professors Vayne selects. Our "education" persists until our twentieth birthday, on said day we are orderly ushered from the only home we've ever known and out into the world beyond the city mansion's gate. Visitors aren't permitted so hearing from an old friend is very rare. Currently, the house holds twenty six girls of all ages including myself, if I only I had a say when I first was sent to such an existence. Too bad life isn't so simple.
We aren't all the same thankfully. Despite Vayne's intentions seemingly to make us proud robotic ladies of tomorrow, we all have our own personalities. For example, my friend Raven is a year older than myself and is a complete rebel. Constantly cooking up trouble for the staff she's burnt books, spilled stews, and even locked Lady Vayne in her room... twice. Raven as amazing as she is, well, we are most definitely not the same person. I'm quiet, I rarely make a sound unless its to answer a question asked. Social settings frighten me more than rain which stole away the safety of my life and I'm really not suited to be the life of a party. I'm smart at least, clever down to my cells as Lady Vayne tells me. I'm among Lady Vayne's favorites where Raven is among her least, so you see, we really are all unique despite the matching uniforms and cult like life. Its not like we chose to have our parents lost from reach.
