A Downward Spiral || Phoenix Jan 24, 2014 14:04:46 GMT -4
Post by Missy Miyazaki on Jan 24, 2014 14:04:46 GMT -4
Perhaps she was quite built for this world. She'd spent most of her time behind the thick walls of the underground sanctuary. Making diplomatic decisions that affected the community, Missy had spent less and less time in the city. It was a dangerous and unpredictable place. She'd experienced her worst in the city. The violation and the torment will always be in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of what had happened to her. She had been relatively safe underground with the rest of them, but now she was forced out. She'd gotten a few words about the state of Safe Haven and its constant decline, but she tried her best not to obsess over it. There wasn't much she could do now. Besides, she could barely keep herself afloat. Even in a town filled with humans, Missy never felt so alone.
In the few months since she'd been in Abital, she had a roof over her head, but with her lack of supplies, she wasn't able to keep up with the rent. Two months in and she was unable to provide. Without much thought, they kicked her out. Rooms were needed for those who could afford it. A few options had crossed her mind. She could try getting work in the nightclub, but the idea sickened her, and while she was beaten down, Missy had too much pride to go there. She could leave Abital, but she knew her chances were slim to none. Always the lucky one, Missy had somehow made it out of the city countless times, and she just wasn't willing to risk it anymore. She knew one day her luck would run out and she wanted to avoid that day for as long as possible.
She knew she had squandered the few things Mai had given her before she left her on alcohol in the Den. She mostly regretted doing it, but how else was she supposed to cope? At this point in time, Missy didn't have the mental capacity to deal with things in a nondestructive manner.
All she could do was wander the streets, hoping to find some kind of crevice when night time came. She managed to snag a blanket from her room before being knocked out onto the streets and she held it tightly to her body. She shivered uncontrollably. It bothered her that she knew it was only going to get colder in the coming months and she didn't see her situation changing any time soon. As if being struck by a wave of defeat, Missy slumped against a nearby wall, suddenly feeling drained and tired. She was sober which made it all the worse. If she was drunk, at least she had a better chance of not feeling anything. Now, everything weighed down on her and the wetness in her eyes was unable to be kept at bay. Her shoulders shook as she desperately tried to compose herself. She had fallen so far and she didn't know if she could ever get back up again.