Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken?
Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken?
Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder?
Why do you see right through me?
~Celeste Morianna Dupree~
-----I Need A Hero-----
Celeste watched as they left the graveyard far behind. It was both soothing to be away from it as well as nerve wracking. She was so used to spending her nights, and sometimes days, wandering graveyards that the idea of actually sleeping inside a house made her quite unnerved about the situation. She cast her eyes to the ground as they walked in silence. She was able to keep pace by seeing the heels of one of the man's feet as Morgen now took the lead and Kohl took over the rear. Every now and then she'd get side tracked by an old building or a person, but it wasn't until they past the asylum that she felt a bit scared to be in this neighborhood. She figured she was safe though, since she was with Kohl and Morgen, but sense of safety may have been false since her niave nature allows her to feel safe with anyone who shows her kindness.
When the men came to a stop, Celeste was off in her own world. She was thinking about the graveyard, the asylum, but most of all she was thinking about when she would have to return to working the streets. She didn't have much when it came to cash, and she had absolutely nothing when it came to supplies and rations. She hadn't even realized they'd stopped until she felt herself bump into one of the boys. She fell back in surprise, landing on her butt. Her eyes quickly shot upwards in an apology, seeing that it had been Morgen who she had bumped in to. "Sorry...I should've been paying attention." She said softly as a sweet grin parted her lips. From the ground now she could see the house they had stopped at. It was rundown, possibly even condemnable, but a house was a house in her opinion. If it was warmer then the night air, stopped any rain or other elements from entering, and locked, it was perfect in her eyes. She could've cared less if the whole house was empty and bare on the inside. As long as it was safer then the graveyard she would be happy.
{{OutOfControl:What is it with you and the word Blargy??? lmao XD I don't even know what it means. lol }}
I laugh, I feel, I make believe its real.
I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees.
I hope, I stand, I take it like a man.
I try as hard as I can.
