<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5zkbk30bd1r7wrq1o1_r1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erin<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Storage Car<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alone<br/><br/>Erin was pacing. She'd found sanctuary in a storage car that no one had any business being in. her anger came out in a series of toe numbing kicks that sent boxes out of the way and cleared a large space for her to pace and rant at random as she threw knives at random things the slender throwing knives gleamed dully in the low light. There were a few in the walls, two embedded in the floor, one in the ceiling and several more poking out of random crates.<br/><br/>"Stupid bitch taking all the fun out of everything. Stupid men thinking because they have a dick they can boss me around. Stupid Olaana for touching me." She said whipping her arm back and throwing the knife so it landed with a loud thump in the wood of the crate in front of her and just to the left. She kept pacing needed to move. She felt utterly trapped in the small space. She wanted to crawl the walls but there was no way to climb them. Instead she picked one of the crates and kicked it over and over again till her foot was aching and the wood of the crate showed no sign of giving in to her demands.<br/><br/>She was calming down though. Her foot hurt, her back ached, her throwing arm was trembling from the tension she'd been holding all morning and in a moment she was curled up and fat tears were rolling down the blonds angelic face. She cried silently as if she'd done this same thing a million times. She didn't cover her face simple bent her head and balanced it on her knees that were pulled up tight against her chest arms wrapped around her knees.<br/><br/>I'm so fucked up. she though silently as those salty tears leaked from her eyes and down her neck soaking into the neckline of her shirt. I don't care about being honest or any of the things I say I care about. Why is it I only feel alive when people are upset or mad? Why can't I be happy? Her mind swirled with these dark though and fingertips caressed the razor edge of one of her knives not noticing as she cut her fingertips the scent of blood permeating the air around her.<br/><br/>She'd stay there for a long time curled up as she was for a long time even falling asleep for a time as the morning turned slowly into afternoon. It was only in sleep that Erin was unguarded. The softest smile touched her lips and the tension around her eyes and mouth was lacking as well as from her shoulders, neck and rest of her body. She looked relaxed and even peaceful. Her hair came unbound and she laid on her side curled up like a child. She spoke softly in her sleep little snid bits of words "Don't go...please...you always leave me...then don't come back..." she mumbled softly her breath teasing the hair in front of her lips as she slept looking peaceful even if her words were not.