Weekends=Freedom--OPEN

[Rorianna Evelyn Quinn]

Rorianna Evelyn Quinn, something that when she was a very small child, was a high class name. Then, as those things turn out their money went down the drain, and no one looked at the little, almost homeless, girl twice. Of course, that was because she didn't want anyone looking at her. Over the years, she knew how to become a perfect chaemelion. Sh was street smart, and knew enough to get herself by. She would do almost anyting to protect the people she considered her only family. Of course she didn't count her parents, and the rest of the family would beleive her when she told them what was going on. It wasn't a time in her life that she enjoyed dwelling on, but here alone, in the park, it reminded her so much of what her life used to be like. Even if they were in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, at least in her opinion, compared to the rustle of LA.

She didn't usually let herself be alone like this. It gave her too much time to let herself dwell on the past. Though, she needed this time. Her mother had sent her another letter. They were more frequent from her mother than her father. Rori's theory is that the woman is now the one who was put on the wrong side of her father's anger. Rori felt a little bad for the woman who birthed her, no one deserved the kind of abuse that her father was capable of dishing out. Then there was the other side, the more spiteful one, that reminded her of the faint lines across her cheek from her mother hitting her. She never considered those people parents, so she never wrote either one back. Her mother wrote her every other month or so, but she had only ever gotten one from her father. Ordering her to return. That wasn't about to happen, especially with her 18th birthday coming up. She never wrote either of them back. They weren't her real family.

Nope, her real family consisted of her brother, Aiden, her on and off lover, Samuel and he would be part of her life whether they were together or not, and a group of close friends. They were the one's who would do anything to make sure she stayed safe, and vice versa, not the people who had help in her creation. She was sitting on a hill, it was getting cool but she didn't mind. She was used to sleeping on roofs, even though she had been living on campus for her entire high school career, she hadn't been able to break the habit, though she didn't mind breaking curfew to do it. It was something she loved, she didn't know if anyone would be able to break her of that particular habit.

She wore a plong Tripp dress, with a leather corset, and it was not that emo shit the line started creating. She didn't have anything against emos, other than the fact that she found the majority of them annoying, she just didn't feel people who designed clothes for Goth kids for so long should sell out like that. Even though Tripp was, after all, a "mainstream" goth brand. She was also was wearing a set if sleeve gloves, that attatched at the straps of her dress. She knew she stood out, especially in somewhere that wasn't L.A. home of the freaks in her opinion. She didn't mind, at all.

She pulled out a sketchpad and began to draw, it didn't matter if the people she was drawing moved, at least so long as she could get their image in her head. It wasn't hard for her to memorize what they looked like, though she could get more detail when she could look at what she was drawing for long periods of time. She wished she had someone that would keep her from dwelling on her past, but that would require someone who truel knew her, which only really consisted of two people. No, she could settle for anyone who could distract her. That wasn't a hard task.

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Levi had a bitter-sweet feeling when it came to weekends. On one hand it meant that there was no school which meant not having to sit through math and science just to get to the more entertaining music classes yet on the other hand weekends also meant getting stuck at home with his uncle for a lot longer than he did during the week. Truthfully his uncle was hardly ever home from Friday to Sunday since the man's job was the busiest on those days but people couldn't work forever and the majority of the day hours were the hours that Oliver liked to catch up on his rest. Whenever the man was sleeping Levi would have to creep silently around the house, pausing and breathing anxiously whenever he stepped on a particularly loud spot of the floor.

Because of the cautious way he had to creep around the house he usually would make himself sparse from the house during days that he didn't have school and besides if he didn't go out then he would get so restless that he could almost feel the energy thrumming through his veins. Most of the time it would work, he'd grab his guitar and sling over his shoulder before heading off for a day of adventuring and his uncle would never even notice his absence. Of course there were those days when he moved to carelessly and caused the floorboards to creak a bit too loud in protest which inevitably awoke his uncle and stirred up a bunch of redundant arguments that consisted of Levi snapping about how he had tried to stay quiet damn-it and getting a reply from Oliver about how he didn't try hard enough often punctuated with a sharp backhand to the face. Those times never ended well and both he and his uncle would stomp off with fury still etched into their features and curses flowing from their lips as they wished injuries on each other.

The park was one of his favorite places to go to just relax and escape the house. It brought back the memories hidden deep in the depths of his mind that were always waiting to be unwrapped and examined once again. He would find a nice place to sit and then he would listen to music with his eyes closed as he remembered to the tunes of the songs flowing out of his ear-buds or he would practice guitar and scribble down lyrics that were awful half of the time and perfect the other times. There were sometimes where he would spend a whole hour just searching for somewhere to sit because he wasn’t a fan of people glancing at him every second and there was the issue of people from his school noticing him. He didn’t exactly have a very good reputation with the kids, they all either stayed away from him to avoid getting on the wrong end of his anger or they used his insecurities and pet peeves just to rile him up to where he got into fights that he almost never won.

Today the park wasn’t extremely crowded so it had been easy for Levi to find a spot under a tree where he could spread out some sheet music he’d been working on and go over it multiple times to make any corrections. Of course he wasn’t exactly counting on a gust of wind sweeping through the air and taking his papers along with it. He ended up scrambling to his feet and running after the assorted papers cursing under his breath and growing angry with each paper that just barely slipped past his fingers. And just because nature was out to kill him his foot caught on a rock and he was sent tumbling down a hill half-sideways and halfway just straight down the hill. By the time he had grasped onto a clump of dirt and grass strong enough to where he wasn’t rolling down the stupid hill anymore his music sheet was long gone, twirling and twisting in the air a ways away as if to mock him. He spit out a loud exclamation of “Fuck!” and slammed his fist against the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a glimpse of clothing and felt his cheeks heat with a mix of anger and embarrassment hoping that somehow whoever the person was had not seen his clumsy escapade.

[Rorianna Evelyn Quinn]

Rorianna laughed as she saw the boy scrambling for his papers. She stood up a little too quickly to go and catch his paper as it came down. Of course she was wearing a pair of knee high stilletto boots. Running in them was difficult on concrete, not to mention on the soft ground. She managed to catch the boy's paper but not without great personal consequence. Her heels sunk in a little too far when she stopped, causing her to fall on her ass. 'Great now the both of us are making fools out of ourselves.' she thought.

"Ok last time I wear heels at the park." She muttered to herself, as she stood. As she walked towards the boy. She wasn't the best at reading sheet music but she could do it. She did know how to play some intstruments, or at least she tried to learn the guitar. She decided after practicing so long her fingers were bleeding that the instrument scene wasn't for her. Well, there was that, and when her father learned she was playing he smashed her guitar and forced her to hold her bloody fingers in bleach. It caused chemical burns, and needless to say she never tried playing any instrument again. It didn't matter that she knew no other instrument would cause wounds like this, she was not going to remind him on the punishment he used last time.

"This is pretty good." She mentioned, handing over the boy's music. She had seen him around before, but being a year below her she didn't really know him well. It's not that she didn't talk to people from younger years, just that she didn't make it her mission to get to know everyone in the lower years on a personal level. She had plenty on her plate to begin with. She smirked as she looked up at the boy. This could be a distraction for her. She would prefer her brother, or Sam, but considering she didn't know where either was at the moment she would have to settle for whatever was given to her. Beggers can't be choosers.

"You're a junior right?" She asked. "I'm Rorianna, but most people call me Rori." She was curious, though she knew she was probably right. She was just a little bit nervous, because she never really was good with people. That could possibly be due to the fact that she was never really similar to any of the other kids at school. When normal children were having sleepovers and hanging out, she was sleeping on roofs and scrounging for food so her brother. Other little girls knew where the best places to get a new barbie were, and she knew the best places to get a free meal out of the trashcan. That usually meant staying up until midnight when other girls got to sleep by 8:00. When she got into social situations she would talk too much to compensate for her insecurities.

((Sorry it's a little short))