Entrance :: Ivanna

[ivanna]

[Entrance :: Ivanna]

Evening was quickly creeping across the sky. The beautiful blue of the sky had faded to the deep and dim indigo of night. The fluffy clouds had lost the oranges, purples, and pinks of sunset. The first pinprick light of stars had appeared in the ever darkening night. The street lights of the city were appearing in full force, shaming the slow stars.

Far above the changing city, flew a lonely figure. Her wings beat quickly as she moved as fast as possible. She was thousands of miles from the prison she had escaped from, but the fear trailed her. She knew they would be looking for her. The scientists may have wanted her dead, but they wanted her remains. More experiments.

She wasn't about to let them catch her. So, she ran. She had been flying every available moment, only stopping to rest when she had surpassed exhaustion. Between her wings and controlling the air currents, she had made good time. Yet, she knew it wasn't enough. There had to be somewhere she could disappear. Somewhere that she would be able to stay, at least long enough to figure out what it was she was doing. Besides which, she would need some kind of shelter before the new moon.

On top of the fact the dark terrified her, she knew that she wouldn't be able to travel much. The new moon signified the loss of her wings. She would need somewhere to hide. The pain of having her wings ripped from her would leave her weak for days. Then of course, she needed to be fully healed before venturing out amongst strangers. Too many questions, too many memories.

Her luck seemed to be holding the same way it ever had. No sooner had the idea of finding somewhere to hole up had entered her mind, then she felt the tearing sensation rippled across her back. Her wide eyes shot to the sky, searching frantically for the moon. Another wave of pain ricocheted through her as she realized the spot it should have been was an empty spot of darkness. She felt so stupid for a moment. The sky had been cloudy for the last couple of nights as she sped away from the lab. She had covered a lot of ground quickly, but hadn't thought about what time of month. In the lab, she had never known what time of day it was, much less the day of week, or the stage of the moon. It had only been the scientists strange interest in the fact that her wings had aligned themselves with the moon.

She knew she wouldn't have time to land. She called up the air with her last remaining strength, as she felt the final wrenching pain as her wings freed themselves from her back. A scream tore from her throat, the pain was almost unbearable, though nothing compared to what awaited her when she stopped falling. She was still going to fast. She would sustain almost mortal injuries and that would slow her recuperation that much more. Not too mention that she would be exposed for some time. There was nothing she could do about it now.The feathers drifted around her, buffeted by the same wind she had called up to slow her descent.

The sudden impact of her slim frame into the hard pavement caused her vision to swim. She fought against the blackness that strove to engulf her in unconsciousness. She couldn't pass out now. She forced herself to focus, choosing a single feather that was drifting slowly towards her.

Pushing herself up from the pavement, she let the tears stream down her face as she folded herself into a upright position. Sitting in the middle of the street, surrounded by feathers, she knew she made quite a sight. Now all she needed was for some normal person to walk by and start the questions. As soon as they saw the blood that was slowly pooling around her, and found the source, two deep gushing gashes upon her back, they would cart her off to a hospital. It wouldn't take long for her to be found there. She couldn't let that happen. But she couldn't move either.

[OPEN]

[Olivia Levine]

Though she was injured, she still had work. She wouldn't be on the main stage, nor the bar, but instead in the back, doing most of the paperwork, and cleaning. Somewhat like a mother of sorts, helping the girls get into costume, making phone calls, and working her little butt off for the money she desperately needed to make ends meet, even though she was in the Titans 'safe house'. Kind of an oxymoron, actually, though the house was guarded by top of the line security equipment, and a titan was always inside, a carton of orange juice that had been tampered with came through, hurting Violet, and making Ruby a little sick.

Filing the last Tax sheet, she sighed. It was late now, and she had this feeling of impending doom. The blond leaned back in the plush leather desk chair, sighing awkwardly. She looked to the stroller, and saw Ruby start to fuss. She was so big. Almost eleven months old. She had come so far from the premature little thing that Olivia had given birth to. She had learned so much, and became this, person.

As Ruby continued to toss and turn, Olivia took her stand, the sling was just about due to come off soon, and the cast still had a lot more time. She pushed the pram, towards the door as Nick, her boss, and guardian (in the legal sense) came in. “Are those taxes done?” he asked. Olivia nodded obediently. She had always had this fear of Nick, even when she was younger. His dark blond hair, combed back, not hardened with gel. His bright baby blue eyes hooded, as he looked over his office. He wasn’t bad looking, actually, quite handsome, and had the great possibility of being warm, and mildly loving. It was rare when Olivia got to see this part of him. He wasn’t hooked on destroying her right now… it was still too soon, she expected once the sling was off, he’d restart.

Olivia looked over his outfit. Black pants, baby blue shirt that brightened his eyes, and a black blazer. He was all business today. Olivia cleared her throat, and he looked up to her. She could tell he was looking her outfit over. She had on a pair of simple pink ballet flats, and black jeans. Her pink tank was almost hidden under her grey draped sweater. Ruby had on a pair of cute pajamas. There was really no fuss to it, “I’m just going to take her for a walk quick, she’s fussing” Olivia said, pointing to the door. Nick nodded, ‘I’m giving you twenty minutes tops” he said, sitting back down in his chair…

Olivia scurried out quickly, walking not far from the building when she was faced with a girl, “Are you ok?” Olivia stopped walking, looking the situation over. She had needed help many times before, and now, Karma… The blond stood, awaiting her answer, and curious as so what exactly happened.

CLICK!

[ivanna]

The pain was so intense she just wanted to give in and let herself slip into blissful blackness. Not that it was something she would be able to let herself do. No matter how much she wanted to let it all go, she knew that it would be so much worse if she was found like this.

She started to check over her injuries, taking note of the road rash scrapes and bruises on her arms and legs, though it didn't feel as if anything was broken. That in itself was a relief. Though simple to heal in others, she would never have been able to heal her own broken bones. Not in the state she was in. It would be hours before she could even heal the small scratches from the rough pavement.

She could already feel the puddle she was sitting in was soaking through her jeans, she could feel the sticky blood upon her legs. Her once white tank top was grimy and tore from the road, but the back was deep scarlet as it absorbed the rivulets of blood that still coursed down her back. No mortal being, no human would have been able to lose so much blood and remain conscious. It was to bad she wasn't like everyone else.

She was just ending her evaluation when she heard the sound of someone approaching. She normally hated the fact that she could feel, hear and see what others kept hidden in their minds, but it came in handy at times like this. Too bad the pain was so overwhelming that she couldn't pick up anything through the pink and gray haze of her own injuries.

She sighed softly and raised her hands to her face, trying to clear her vision, to better see who was coming, and perhaps pick up an aura to let her know what their intentions were. As her hand came in contact with her swollen eye, she hissed. No help there either, apparently. Her vision wasn't only swimming because of the fall. On top of all that, one of her eyes was quickly swelling shut, leaving the world blurry.

Shining within the blurry dim colors of her fading vision, she spotted a colorful light. The shifting quality of it proved it was an aura. She let out a pent up breath after she watched the cycle. The being that approached her meant no harm, at least not directly and not toward Ivanna herself.

As she studied the girl's aura, she noticed a small difference. Another tiny light mixed at the edges of the overall brightness. The colors, or at least the lack of certain colors and mixes, let Ivanna know that this was a child, a very young baby perhaps. So much innocence and sweetness.

The relief that washed over her almost drowned out her resolve to stay alert. Almost, but she pushed it away and steeled herself. There would be questions, there would be answers and no matter what, she would have to move, even though her body was already protesting.

“Are you ok?”

She grimaced at the words, wondering why she felt the need to lash out with a sarcastic reply. Of course, she wasn't okay. She swallowed the reply, knowing that it was the pain talking and that she still hadn't gotten used to having emotions, even though it had been years.

"No, not really," she said instead. She argued with herself for a few minutes, trying to decide what exactly she should say, how much could she reveal to this girl. Besides, she doubted the stranger would believe her.

"I fell, and this is not really the best place to have landed," she said trying to force her bruised and bloody face into a smile. "I will be fine though."

She didn't want to ask for help. She couldn't. It was against everything she believed. Even the experiments nad torture she had withstood for the last few years had not been able to break her moral fiber.

If this stranger helped, Ivanna would be in her debt, and she always repaid her debts. This strange girl-child would have a claim. She couldn't offer herself up like that. It would be like handing someone the key to her destruction. Ivanna wouldn't refuse if an offer of help was made though, because she knew she needed help. She just wasn't about to go begging for help, knowing that it would cost her even more if she did.

As she had spoken, she had maneuvered her body a bit more, using the pain as a crutch almost. All the effort was lost as she tried to stand. Her legs crumpled quickly and she could feel the blood upon her back increase from the movement. She didn't even have the strength or energy to call the wind for help.

[Olivia Levine]

Olivia looked her over. She pouted, and looked the girl over again. "Are you sure? I mean, You really don't look good" she nodded, biting her lip. She took a step forward, She felt bad. She had been in this position a while back, ever since the transactions had started. She wasn't sure if she should help her. There was a lot of strange people in this city. She really could get hurt, but she was still curious.

Olivia extended her hand out. "I can help you" she offered. She could? Since when? Olivia kept her mixed emotions in as she formulated a game plan. She could smuggle her into the club, and help her from there, making Tim come... or he could call Tim right now, and make him bring her back to the lab. She'd ask her what she wanted to do, just like how Will's dad gave her options when he asked her to come home with him to safety. She knew all she could do, she was doing right now. Then, it was out of her hands.

The teen then heard a soft whimper, and pouted. Ruby was up... great.... Blinking twice, she turned her head to the pram, and sushed. "Ruby, hush" she started. "Mommy's here, shhh, mommys right here" She drew her hand back to push the stroller a couple of times, using the movement as a soothing method. She didn't want to scare off the other blond off.

This could help... Olivia thought. They learned in school that it only took one step to change the entire world. Olivia wasn't sure if this counted as a step... She questioned that... Someone like her was strong, and whatever, but they weren't the ones who changed the world. Those people were back at the tower.