Post by Kara Viridian on Jun 22, 2010 11:01:09 GMT -8
May 24th, 2011
4:24 a.m.
The birds were singing in the sky, the rooster crying in the distance. The azure sky was faintly beginning to peel away into a baby blue, hints of the amber sun threatening to peek over the horizon. Early morning dew settled on the greenery in the Courtyard of Tutaminis, the vast landscaping welcoming but a desolate area void of any human presence except for one.
Kara's eyes scrolled the page in disgust. Numerous posters had been placed around the community, searching for the remaining people in the Order. The former auror scoffed. "Let them come find me." She threatened the wanted ad.
The truth was: There was no Order now, just relentless turmoil, havoc, neverending stress, a group of people gathered together, struggling to survive. Refugees. Fugitives. Victims. Things were caving in on her, and even with the help of Ben and some of the others here things had become stale. Their failed attempt at breaking Damien out of Azkaban was only first event of many that brought them to what they are now: nothing. The Death Eaters were making the Order out to be some sort of joke. But Kara didn't deny this. Without their proper leader, it still failed to function, even after she assumed control.
She took a puff of her cigarette. Kara didn't used to like smoking. In fact, she once abhorred the very habit. But after everything she'd been through, this was her only way out, a chance to find any means of relaxation. She loved the way it felt as it numbed her body from the anger. The death of her best friend, Lana Lenor, didn't help this habit either. The scarred one felt that this was one way to keep her memory alive, as Lana always smoked. Kara took a moment of silence to think of her fallen friend and took another drag of her cigarette.
Quietly she folded the parchment and set it beside her as she put out the last of her cig on her boot and flicked it into the dried out fountain. She'd been sitting on this concrete slab for hours now. Sleep was not an option. Kara was left to an all-night session with her thoughts, trying to comprehend what had happened as of late and what there was to be done. Everyone was more than likely inside, sleeping soundly, not understanding the true urgency of their situation. Loneliness was her companion.
Loneliness.
It had been months since she last spoke with Casey Winslow, but merely days since she'd thought about him. She despised the man with a passion, hating his very core for treating her the way he did...but she still worried. Every night she wondered if he was alright. Even if she didn't love him anymore (a thought she fought with constantly), Kara still wanted him to be okay. She wondered if he ever reached his goal; she wondered if all his longing to find Evelyn was ever fulfilled.
Ugh... She thought to herself. Who cares? There were more important matters to worry about. Damien was still in Azkaban, Liam could hardly speak to her because there were Death Eaters constantly in the Abby, Lana was dead and Jonathan was still recovering. What a life.
4:24 a.m.
The birds were singing in the sky, the rooster crying in the distance. The azure sky was faintly beginning to peel away into a baby blue, hints of the amber sun threatening to peek over the horizon. Early morning dew settled on the greenery in the Courtyard of Tutaminis, the vast landscaping welcoming but a desolate area void of any human presence except for one.
If you have any information on the whereabouts of these Fugitives, please contact the Organization for...
Kara's eyes scrolled the page in disgust. Numerous posters had been placed around the community, searching for the remaining people in the Order. The former auror scoffed. "Let them come find me." She threatened the wanted ad.
The truth was: There was no Order now, just relentless turmoil, havoc, neverending stress, a group of people gathered together, struggling to survive. Refugees. Fugitives. Victims. Things were caving in on her, and even with the help of Ben and some of the others here things had become stale. Their failed attempt at breaking Damien out of Azkaban was only first event of many that brought them to what they are now: nothing. The Death Eaters were making the Order out to be some sort of joke. But Kara didn't deny this. Without their proper leader, it still failed to function, even after she assumed control.
She took a puff of her cigarette. Kara didn't used to like smoking. In fact, she once abhorred the very habit. But after everything she'd been through, this was her only way out, a chance to find any means of relaxation. She loved the way it felt as it numbed her body from the anger. The death of her best friend, Lana Lenor, didn't help this habit either. The scarred one felt that this was one way to keep her memory alive, as Lana always smoked. Kara took a moment of silence to think of her fallen friend and took another drag of her cigarette.
Quietly she folded the parchment and set it beside her as she put out the last of her cig on her boot and flicked it into the dried out fountain. She'd been sitting on this concrete slab for hours now. Sleep was not an option. Kara was left to an all-night session with her thoughts, trying to comprehend what had happened as of late and what there was to be done. Everyone was more than likely inside, sleeping soundly, not understanding the true urgency of their situation. Loneliness was her companion.
Loneliness.
It had been months since she last spoke with Casey Winslow, but merely days since she'd thought about him. She despised the man with a passion, hating his very core for treating her the way he did...but she still worried. Every night she wondered if he was alright. Even if she didn't love him anymore (a thought she fought with constantly), Kara still wanted him to be okay. She wondered if he ever reached his goal; she wondered if all his longing to find Evelyn was ever fulfilled.
Ugh... She thought to herself. Who cares? There were more important matters to worry about. Damien was still in Azkaban, Liam could hardly speak to her because there were Death Eaters constantly in the Abby, Lana was dead and Jonathan was still recovering. What a life.