*/ DOWN THE FAST LANE,

[gisela bailey mystery]

her shoes seemed to get dirt all over them, the blackness getting dirty. yep, her converse were dirty once again, meaning she'd have to clean them once again. but what had dirty shoes every hurt? it wasn't like she wouldn't just swat all the dirt off of them anyways, it wouldn't be hard to do. but her blue eyes (thanks to contacts, they were really brown) were glued to the ground, watching her feet move as she walked along the path. she didn't want to look up. was that bad? if she didn't want to see if people were around her at the very moment. it wasn't like she'd avoid them, she just would rather not know if someone was there, because gisela was not the social person, she liked going unnoticed by most, she liked being in the back. she just was not one to go up to someone and be all like "hey, new friend" that wasn't here, she'd wait for someone to try and chat her up, and that was that. and she didn't want to see people-- some would even talk if they noticed you saw them, it had happened before, and it had not been the best of conversations that gisela could have had with someone. nope, she liked the silence she had right now, with just the sounds of her own footsteps. it was pleasant enough, she thought, being alone out on a path. maybe it was just her? most people didn't like to be alone on a trail, they'd rather have someone right at their side, going along with it, talking to them, but gisela wasn't like that.

her mind wandered as she stared though, it seemed to do that often, leave her right at a very moment, to go on to other thoughts. right now, it went to her brother conner. he hadn't been around much-- but that was to be expected, he was after all older, and did not want to visit his little sister as much. but she hadn't seen him this past week, she hadn't known what he had been up to either. she'd have to figure out what he was up too later, if she could find him, and if he didn't have anything important to do. gisela didn't see her being important, he was only her half brother, she had found out when she was younger. and since then, she hadn't seen her self that big of an importance to him. she never figured out why he had cared then. why he had always intervened. why he always had stuck up for her. she just never knew why. and even after she kept telling him she hated him, he still cared, even though she told him to go away, to stop trying to help her. ever after she said the words hate, toward him so many times. he had always been there, even when the split, even when her mom had her. he was still there, though not around, if she ever needed to him he would have been right there with open arms. like when she was sixteen, and she had no where to turn-- she had looked him up, and he had been more than willing to listen, and leaned his shoulder to her, now look where she was. when he moved away, he took her with him all the way from brooklyn, he took his little sister in. and that made her feel horrid. why, even after so long would she still have that little feeling? because she hadn't been the nicest little sister out there, she had never told him how much he meant to her. after everything he did, she hadn't really gotten the chance to say everything on her mind.

this was normal for the dark headed woman, not this thought, but still her mind liked to wonder away from her and go on some where, thinking about so many different things. and she was use to this by now, she never tried to fight it, until things went wrong, until something struck her enough to the point it made her stress out. because when that happened, things played in her mind like a record, stuck on repeat. that was the only way she could really explain it, it was the one thing that drove her-- when something bad happened, it replayed, and replayed, it was something that kept making her think about it; it was often what made her smoke, or look like a wreck, because she'd try to get it out of her head, to make it stop. it had never worked for gisela. she was never good with her emotions though. gisela snapped back into reality soon after her thoughts got there though, she heard the patter of steps, not her own, her's didn't make that type of patter, and she looked up, to see which direction the person would be coming from, and well, they were right in front of her. and she smiled at the site of the lovely lady. one person who could relate, una.


[Sorry it's bad. D; ]

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[tori]

attire!

a pair of impossibly dark eyes looked to the sky in frustration as metal collided with the ground. her keys, once again, had escaped her impaired grasp and slipped down from her reach. with a bag, a newspaper, and a birthday card in her one good hand, there was only her broken arm left to rifle around in her bag for the keys and attempt to lock her front door. so far it wasn't going well. shifting the objects in her free arm around, she dipped to retrieve her lost item and stood back to her not so impressive height of five feet to try again. after much exasperated jabbing in the general area of her lock, it worked. confident that her home was now guarded from intruders, or at least wasn't giving them easy access, she turned and made her way down the stairs, and out into the hawaiian sunshine. glancing down, her eyes caught the white plaster monstrosity on her right arm. she had fallen down said stairs about a week ago when in a dash, and her arm had broken the fall. literally. the doctor had offered her an array of luminous and rather distasteful colours for her cast, but aside from the fact they seemed to be far to gregarious for such a thing, she wanted no further attention drawn to her little fumble than necessary. una was graceful, in a way, when she walked, she didn't lumber along or stoop. her step was lithe, when she wasn't falling over something. she was, unfortunately, a terribly clumsy young woman, and found herself on the floor more often than not.

making a slight detour, she dropped the birthday card through the letterbox of a candy coloured beach house, and continued on her way. an old lady with a questionable sun hat on look pointedly at her arm, then shook her head with a look of disdain, raising her nose in the air and marching on. una looked bemused for a second, turning her head over her shoulder to check it was inf act her that had been deemed worthy of such a dirty look. what? she was being looked down on for being injured? surely the customary reaction to pain was sympathy? her eyebrows sloped in a look of bewilderment as she continued slowly on her way, a little confused, but relatively unscathed. shadowing one of una's dark eyes was an equally dark bruise, an array of blues and purples on the delicate skin above her cheeks. she had suffered a slightly less tragic black eye in the fall, and aside from a very unnoticeable scratch under her chin, she was fine. lifting her free, and also broken, arm, she pushed back a thick tendril of hair with her cast, placing it behind her shoulder. it must have looked amusing, a grown woman with a cast. it was usually over-zealous teenagers who had them, injuring themselves in stupid games and tricks. not literature majors, but then again, giving her track record with staying unscathed, it wasn't surprising. besides, being so small, she was shorter than most of the teenagers anyway. maybe on first glance she just looked like one. moving her shoulder to shift the strap from her bag, she looked up, squinting slightly. her sunglasses weren't prescription and she was relatively blind without them, but the figure was just close enough for her to make out who it was. darling gisela.

parting her lips, which were still shiny from the balm she had applied (she didn't care for gloss) she smiled. una usually got on better with boys, but it was a generality, sometimes she found girls who she could connect with, and gisela was one of them. plus, she didn't do that whole over-dramatic weeping thing that most girls did, which was a plus. "giselaaa" she called, an amused look on her face. she was thinking again, she had that preoccupied look, una had come to realise that gisela thought a lot. "are you alright?" she queried, coming to halt as she neared the girl enough to carry out a conversation.

[gisela bailey mystery]

oh, just knowing that face and the voice seemed to make it so much better for the dark headed girl. una, was someone she liked and someone she got along with fairly well. she did not pry like most others liked to do, she did not ask questions as to why gisela was so, to her self, and tried to leave everything a mystery. and having someone to call a friend, that didn't bug her on such things was such a nice turn of events for gisela, people always tried to figure things about her. and she hated telling things, no matter what it was, something people could consider a really small fact, gisela would consider it a big on, and not wish to tell. everyone knew she was quiet, and didn't get out much, that of course was not something she was hush hush about. everything else, though, she was more on the down side about. she didn't tell anyone. only her brother knew things about her, and he did not go around telling things. thus, it was a family secrete, her life, was just that. a secrete kept between her and her brother, mostly. though, this may have not been the best thing if you called her a friend, she could know everything about you, but you wouldn't really know one big thing about her, maybe not even one small thing. did that seem right? if you could call her a friend? but there was nothing gisela could do about that, she couldn't just up and change, and decide to open up, no she couldn't.

she wasn't like that, she was scared to grow close to people, they'd up and leave at some point. believe it or not, when her brother had given up on her when she was little, it hit her hard, like a slap to the face. though she never said it, and she never showed that it had actually left that little mark on her, it did. and though he took her back in-- and became the brother he once had been, it just was not the same. she was even yet to tell him thank you, or to say sorry for her cruel words from when she was younger and told him she hated him. or for the fact he took care of her now, and was the only reason she was away from that life style. if he hadn't been there, and told her everything would be alright, where would she be? how would she be? cold hearted, and a whore like her mother? her coloured eyes looked toward her friend, and a light smile came over her features, a light one, for those who did not know her, it most likely would have been hard to notice. but for people who knew her, it would be easy to spot, because gisela was not the biggest person on smiling, nor laughing. though, it was only around the people she knew, and felt comfortable around. now, una, was one of those main one's that gisela could show those full colours, that no one ever got to see. but it wasn't that big of a difference, she talked a bit more, she smiled, and she seemed to have a bit of fun.

that wasn't that big of a difference, was it not? if a friend asked her to go along somewhere, she'd do it, gisela was not a party person, but if someone she was close to asked her to go with, she'd do it, and be glued to their side. though, they'd most likely get tired of her quickly, it was the truth. she went to speak, while looking at her, blinking slightly. "hi una," her smile grew slightly even more, becoming a bit more noticeable as she looked at her, glad to know she had one person she could really call a friend. though she seemed to ask if she was okay, and gisela actually was, maybe just thinking a bit too much, but still, she was perfectly fine. just as normal. and gisela shook her head, making her dark brown, almost black locks of hair, fly a bit before they landed right back onto her shoulders, and over one eye, like usual. "i'm perfectly fine." and then she noticed the cast on una's arm, she knew she was not the most graceful thing out there, neither was she, but what had happen, she couldn't have just randomly fallen and broken it, could she have? and gisela, despite wanting to hold back the question, seemed to ask it. "what happened to your arm?" though, she did regret asking it after it slipped by, she hated asking questions, for the simple fact she hated when people asked her things.

[this is long over due, and it's not even good.. ]

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