Post by Gambler on Jun 14, 2008 11:44:40 GMT -5
((Ask, sweets. ;D))
Gambler walked peacefully down the road. For once in her life, she wasn’t fretting, or wondering, or worrying about life. That’s how it always was when she won a bet, or when she won a game of cards or dice. She felt elated, like she had nothing else to do. But that was the problem. This was life. She did have many things to do. She fiddled with the silver ring hanging around her neck, with the lapis lazuli roses engraved into it. Her family must have been rich, she mused, grinning lopsidedly. If only she knew who they were. But she almost didn’t want to know who they were. If she knew who they were, she would grow to hate them for just tossing her like they did. But then, she would have a family. She could get over the past, if she just had a family. Her family.
It was still pretty early in the evening as she walked, her tight pockets on her skirt jingling with the money she had won. She kept fiddling absentmindedly with her ring as she stared blankly into the crowd of Americans in front of her. But they weren’t Americans. They were all just like her. Lost in a world they knew nothing about. Everyone was from somewhere else. But then, that did make her an American. They were all here, in this one god forsaken city trying to find their place in the world. Maybe she would have some luck.
She came nearer to the lodging house where she would turn in for the night, hoping to get up early the next morning and grab the first papers from the office. Gambler stopped. Something was wrong. Her neck felt light. She glanced down quickly and groaned at what she saw. A broken chain dangling around her neck, and no ring. She frantically began looking around on the ground for the slightest glint of silver. She had to find that ring. She just had to. It was her only connection with her family. It was her only proof, for if she ever found her family, that she was their daughter.
She got down on hands and knee’s now, searching around in the dust, and dodging peoples feet as they walked by, threatening to stomp on her hands or trample her underfoot. She saw it. The faintest glint of silver was shining through the dust. Yes, yes it was there! By that cart! But…Wait…No! She looked on, horror struck as someone stepped right on it and did not move. She somehow managed to crawl her way over to the person.
“Please, could you lift up your foot?!” she asked frantically, as if the person had stepped on her hand rather then her ring.
Gambler walked peacefully down the road. For once in her life, she wasn’t fretting, or wondering, or worrying about life. That’s how it always was when she won a bet, or when she won a game of cards or dice. She felt elated, like she had nothing else to do. But that was the problem. This was life. She did have many things to do. She fiddled with the silver ring hanging around her neck, with the lapis lazuli roses engraved into it. Her family must have been rich, she mused, grinning lopsidedly. If only she knew who they were. But she almost didn’t want to know who they were. If she knew who they were, she would grow to hate them for just tossing her like they did. But then, she would have a family. She could get over the past, if she just had a family. Her family.
It was still pretty early in the evening as she walked, her tight pockets on her skirt jingling with the money she had won. She kept fiddling absentmindedly with her ring as she stared blankly into the crowd of Americans in front of her. But they weren’t Americans. They were all just like her. Lost in a world they knew nothing about. Everyone was from somewhere else. But then, that did make her an American. They were all here, in this one god forsaken city trying to find their place in the world. Maybe she would have some luck.
She came nearer to the lodging house where she would turn in for the night, hoping to get up early the next morning and grab the first papers from the office. Gambler stopped. Something was wrong. Her neck felt light. She glanced down quickly and groaned at what she saw. A broken chain dangling around her neck, and no ring. She frantically began looking around on the ground for the slightest glint of silver. She had to find that ring. She just had to. It was her only connection with her family. It was her only proof, for if she ever found her family, that she was their daughter.
She got down on hands and knee’s now, searching around in the dust, and dodging peoples feet as they walked by, threatening to stomp on her hands or trample her underfoot. She saw it. The faintest glint of silver was shining through the dust. Yes, yes it was there! By that cart! But…Wait…No! She looked on, horror struck as someone stepped right on it and did not move. She somehow managed to crawl her way over to the person.
“Please, could you lift up your foot?!” she asked frantically, as if the person had stepped on her hand rather then her ring.
