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Post by delilah on Nov 20, 2011 2:10:06 GMT -6
  ---- She was pacing around nervously in the cemetery. Before she had left Liz's house, she had told Donny about her newest job. She had been all bubbly about it at the time but now, she wasn't so sure. The temperature almost felt as if it had dropped several degrees in the past, ten minutes. She was regretting her choice in attire, which included a black, leather miniskirt, a matching, halter top, and a pair of black heels. "Hey, you Delilah Hughes?" A gruff voice questioned behind her.
---- She turned to face the owner of the voice. Why hadn't she heard his footsteps? Had she been too lost in her own thoughts to notice? "I sure am, sugar. Who is askin'?" She queried sweetly. For several, agonizing moments, the frightening man was silent.
---- He flashed a sick, crooked smile. "'Tis a shame, y'see. Yer a pretty girl and don't deserve to die this way." Confusion flashed across her features. "You're joking, right?" She snapped, taking an immediate offensive. He shrugged his broad shoulders, offering no response.
---- She tried to force her limbs into movement so she could flee and escape the danger. Of course, she wouldn't have any, such luck. Her limbs, no matter how hard she tried to make them move, were frozen in place. "Sorry, lass." He growled, and she saw a flash of silver. "No.." She whispered as her eyes widened into saucers, just as the gun exploded, sending a bullet through her abdomen.
---- She cried out as pain exploded throughout her. The man turned and fled as she hit the ground. Crimson bloomed through the fabric of her shirt, leaking down onto the ground and pooling beneath her. Her vision blurred and faded, giving way to darkness. Out of everybody, only Donny knew she was here. Had he figured out, or would she meet a tragic end in the most ironic of places?
---- Only one thought ran through her mind. She had failed. "Liz..." She choked out, wondering if that would be the last word that left her glossed lips. She wondered what her father think. Would he think of her as a failure, or would he mourn the loss of his little girl? Like hell..he only gave a damn about himself and how smoothly his business was running.
---- She was expendable in his eyes, no matter how much he pampered and praised her. Everybody that ever worked for him was expendable. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, causing her mascara to run. Damn, she had fucked up. Her consciousness began to slip, giving way to the tempting urge to slip away, to leave the life that had plagued her since her birth behind. She struggled to keep her head above water. With each moment that passed, her hope that somebody would find her began to fade away into oblivion.
---- She was almost at her limit. Almost. She struggled to stand, to do anything she could to call attention to herself. At most, she had, perhaps, twenty minutes. The pain was excruciating, but she forged on, not caring if it sped up the time it took for her life to slip away. She'd be damned if she'd just die on her back without even, at least, attempting to call attention to her predicament. Wrapping her arms around her abdomen, she staggered away from the spot she had fallen, the same spot that had a small puddle of crimson.
---- Blood quickly coated her pale, trembling hands and dripped onto the ground. Her hands shot out, grabbing hold of the nearest tombstone. With a groan, she fell to her knees and sagged against the cold stone. Was this all nineteen years had amounted to? Was she only going to amount to a nameless corpse and puddles of blood in a cemetery? She giggled hysterically, peering down at the wound that had torn a hole through her very being. Fuck, it hurt.
---- No, hurt was an understatement. It was blinding agony, and she was almost praying for a swift death. Her own siblings didn't even trust her. How pathetic was that? She briefly entertained the thought that her father had sent her here to punish her. All it had brought her since her arrival was hell. Was she really that bad?
---- She didn't think so. What did she do if nobody actually showed up? The answer was obvious. She'd die in a cemetery and only be found when somebody actually visited the depressing chunk of ground. She yawned and lifted her hand to rub her eyes. Her vision was fading again, which wasn't a good sign. To make matters worse, she had lost track of time.
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Post by elizabeth sirena hughes on Nov 27, 2011 9:11:38 GMT -6
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------ You would think that Liz would have been angry when she found out Orion had informed Riley that she had died five years ago, but honestly? She wasn't. She felt bad that Riley had felt some pain for her, and she did think Orion had done the wrong thing but Liz also understood why he had done it. It was clear to her that he was just trying to be there for her in his own misguided way. Besides, what was done was done. No reason to fight about it. Now the only thing left to do was figure out the Delilah situation. Delilah was Orion and Liz's younger sister. She was here with a special group. Liz had done Delilah a solid years ago. It was one of the reasons Liz was sent to Valkyrie. It had been years ago. Liz had a new deal coming up she was supposed to head in on, a huge one that if she succeeded with she could go back to Detroit and work alongside her father. The police showed up at the dealing. Liz let herself be caught in order to help her younger sister. At the time, it had seemed like the only thing to do. After all Delilah was young and it was her first time out.
------ After about a month in Juvie for holding a shit load of Cocaine, since that’s the only evidence they had against her, she was released with a fine and probation. Her father, she had always been one of his favorites, had come down to see her when she returned. She was happy at first but then he told her, she was the one kid he couldn’t lose to life in Jail and that she reminded him of his late wife and he didn’t want her to be killed in a shoot off. And so, doing the first thing truly good for her, he sent her away to Valkyrie. He had the money pay tuition electronically. Liz was lost. Probably because he had never done anything that the outside world would consider a good parenting move before. But when she got there she realized, he was testing her. He gave her a small amount of dealing but mostly he wanted her to realize she loved the life enough to come back to it. And for awhile, she thought she did. Not that it lasted.
------ And now Delilah was back and Donny, Wid and Orion were okay, not great but good enough... Liz walked into the Siren house and tossed down her keys. Liz had been working a bit late at the museum. She was about to head upstairs when she heard Donny coming trampling down towards her. "Liz!" He exclaimed calmly but with a certain level of urgency. He turned off into the living room past her, he was holding one of his many computers. "Hey so Delilah was over earlier, she was telling me of some deal going down." Liz put on a confused look, he sounded worried "Yeah so? Donny she's a big girl she can-" Donny shook his head, "No shut up and listen. I hacked into the gang that she was supposedly meeting with, their emails at least." He stated going off on a bit of a tangent, "because they don't have a centralized networking system which really is just inefficient, even we have an internalized network with in this house, i mean when it comes to sec-" Liz frustrated, interrupted, "Donny! what about Delilah." Donny nodded snapping his head back to the right path, "Right, It's a set up, Liz."
------ Liz groaned, and rolled her head back before looking back at Donny, "Where? When?" Donny nodded, "Cemetery, local, just a few minutes." "Okay, you stay here for now. Look up any doctors in town with suspicious look the other way patients." Liz ordered, Donny nodded and went back to his lap top as Liz ran out to the back where the garage was, of course she found Orion out there, napping after working on his car all day. She pushed on his shoulder to wake him up, "Come on, sibling clean up." She said sarcastically, hoping to god it wasn't actually true. Orion looked confused but after Liz explained he nodded and stood up, running with her out to the front grabbing a hand gun from the house before getting into the car and heading towards the cemetery. Once there Liz and Orion looked around trying to find her, but it wasn't until they heart the gunshot that they knew where to go. Liz and Orion ran towards the sound. The man with the gun had disappeared but Delilah was on the ground severely wounded. Orion picked Delilah up and headed back towards the car as Liz pulled out her phone and put it to her ear, "Talk to me." She heard Donny's voice from over the receiver, "Best choice for this would be a Dr. Marc Braxton. I'm connecting you to his line for "special business'" Liz nodded, "Okay thanks Donny." She added before she hear his little click as she began to be transferred over to the Dr's phone. "Dr. Braxton? No time for names but we need your help." She began her conversation as Orion gently lay Delilah in the back seat before they stepped on it, heading towards the Doctor to get her some help.
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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; delilah!
CREDITS;; graphic to me and lainey inspired format
LYRICS;; 'we used to wait' by arcade fire
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; 'late' sorry
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