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 Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 2:48 pm
The room is of medium size, with a dresser-chest on the right of the door, a bed between two windows, and heavy curtains over the windows. The bed is red and has many pillows on it, the curtains nearby are a deep red as well. No light comes from behind them. In the chest of drawers are various objects, one drawer is empty, one drawer is filled with riding crops, while another houses other assorted 'sex toys', a third holds Ninotchka's uniform and few clothes, while the last and middle drawer contains someone's else's clothing-The objects in that drawer seem to have not been touched in a long time. No light comes into the room except from the one slightly covered window. This light falls across the other wall, illuminating a whole row of pictures- Most are of Ninotchka's first class, a few are of her and another, younger, person. The last in the row is of a funeral with two caskets in it.
The bathroom has a carpet and a lot of fluffy towels, the mirror on the wall is broken though.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 3:54 pm
Ninotchka entered her room, still half expecting to see... an old friend.... In this hope she was sorely disappointed. Looking around the room she tried to refrain from breaking down in the sobs which she'd become accustomed to- those sobs so strong that they drained her strength till she passed out on the floor or where ever she stood.
Her day had started off well enough, disturbed as she was it was the best day she'd had in quiet some time. But toward dusk it had taken a turn toward the horror of her past. Ninotchka hated it, she hated them, how dare they live when someone so-so very close-had died. It took a coward to kill themselves, it took a killer to destroy another, and a hero to save another: but it was a special kind of person who choose to die to save another. This was the person whom had died, this is the child whom haunted Ninotchka.
As she looked upon the walls memories came flooding back and she collapsed against the flow. Folded up against the wall, tears rushing from her eyes. The memories came and went, waxing and waning, ebbing as the ever shifting tide; until they stopped abruptly.
"Nina you know how much I hate it when you cry," A concerned looking student said from where they sat on the edge of the bed, "Your stronger then that! Has it broken you that much?"
"Yes," Ninotchka replied sobbing still, "I say protect, but not do. I tell I 'elp, not do eiter. I try e try but not goot nough! Can't save vone life! Vone life! I tought left behind, vrong... vrong vrong vrong!"
"No, your not wrong," The person, Willow, replied standing then kneeling down before Ninotchka, their hand moved to tilt Ninotchka's crying face up, "You protected me... You protected me from myself Nina. You helped me, and you showed me that there was still good in people-even those twisted and bent so much as you were. You didn't know, you shouldn't have known none of us knew what was going to happen. You saved us all so many times! Now its time for me to save you! Forget me. Take care of your self. Remember."
Ninotchka grasped at the fading hands as the figure disappeared. It was then that she awoke, face down, in her bath tub. Standing she stretched. It was then she headed out of her room, half dressed in blood stained clothes, soaking wet and smiling like a drunken fool. She was utterly content. She was free. Free as a bird. Free for now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 3:58 pm
"You freak! Let me go!" Feo shouted before jerking away from Ninotchka and heading back out into the hall while wiping his mouth as his shoulders flared out of control, "The price just went up two thousand!"
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