Hand moved slowly over the painting that sat lop sided on her lap. A strange place it was for one to sketch the night's sky but Rhianna could not think of a lovier place other then the one laid out before her. Sitting by herself on the Ferris wheel she had some how managed to capture the majesty of the night's sky. It was a breath taking sight that on a night like this one she wished she had a friend of sorts to share it with. She did not and knew that despite the loneliness at times it was a fact of reality that she would have to live with. She knew nothing other then the life that was bestowed upon her and that was one of servitude. Destined to aid the child vampire for the rest of her days, well that was until he either became bored of her or had her killed.
A soft sigh eluded her lips and with a dip of her head she brought the drawling pad up to her chest. It was a meaningless hug that offered no real comfort yet it managed to subdue the young woman. Lowering the pad down she continued on with her sketching. Hand turned this way and that as she marked and sketched. A face of a man she did not know appeared on the tarnished paper. Often enough her drawling's did this, would bring about a picture of a person or place of whom and which she did not know. Like a lover she caressed around the picture's edges being extremely careful as she touched up the details. Then the beautiful image shattered beneath her soft finger tips with the splash of some liquid?. Tilting her head up she caught sight of the seat above her where two gentle men sat. One was pointing and making obscene gestures at her while the other laughed and tipped his plastic cup some more.
Lowering her head she inhaled the contents now plastered along her work. A wrinkle of her nose could not be helped when she picked up on the taint of liquor. Obviously they had nothing better to do other then getting drunk and picking on a young girl. She refused to give in to their mindless taunting by rolling her eyes and instead she tore the paper from it's pad. A squeezing of hands as she took to crumbling what would have been a master piece, a lean in to the railing was all that was given before the wadded paper rolled off of her hand to fall downwards. The men continued to laugh but then when they drew quiet she could not help the impulse to look up and when she did those cerulean eyes of hers went wide.
Tilting the cup again they intended to dump the contents on her head. Could they not just let her be?, why did they feel the need to pick on her. Probably didn't help her case any that she was dressed like some sort of Victorian doll. Now it was either she let them drench her or fight back?. It was hard to decide because the one part of her knew better then to show off her power while the other part hated to allow them the pleasure of seeing her ruined and wet. The answer came soon enough when he tipped it all the way and before she could chaste herself she responded with a lift of her hand. The liquid turned and pooled down very slowly, then when she flicked her wrist she sent it upwards splashing a bit of their own medicine into their faces. They cursed, one gave her the middle finger and then all at once the Neanderthal's realized that something hadn't been right about the way their drink came back to hit them in their faces..
Then before she could think of her next course of action one was shouting witch at the top of his lungs. A few looked up but paid it no real attention. After all it was clearly obvious that they duo was drunk and that their ramblings of a witch could be nothing other then clear and utter nonsense. Shaking her head she thought to dismount her seat but was denied a exit whensomeone bumped her cart causing her to jiggle around.
" Where is a white knight when one is truly needed? "..
-- Edited by Rhianna Veil on Saturday 18th of July 2009 03:59:25 PM