Post by Lilith on Oct 30, 2007 0:34:58 GMT -4
Stress? No, not by fucking much. Not like Lilith had any reason to be in therapy if it was possible. Being hunted down, having creepy messages obviously directed at her. Wondering what the fuck was going on. None of that could possible cause stress. Having to depend on... ugh, Buck Wylde. Yeah, NONE of that could possibly cause a massive build up mental and emotional stress. Not remembering her husband at all, knowing someone, more than one odds are... wanting to kill her. The joy. Lilith rubs her eyes slowly with a yawn. Christ.... boring ass fucking people, she was always so angry about being in boring situations. Now her worry was being in one that was to much the far opposite. Small roadside like hotel. Such fucking luxury huh? Lilith lays sprawled out on one of the so called beds. She hadn't been able to pick up any leather clothing along the way yet sadly... she missed her leather. The denim hip huggers and baby t-shirt she was in would have to do for now. Despite the risk of it she really had preferred to go commando at this point. Knowing Buck was probably around corners anytime she was moving was indeed an annoyance but... without her mesh or leather or denim or... satin, or.. well you get the point. Without the higher ends of material for lingerie readily available at Lilith's fingertips....
There wasn't any point. Lilith refused to lower her standards to something plain and simple at this point. She was on the run, scared, hurt and confused.... but she was still Lilith. Had a certain amount of her own reputation to keep up around her mind. She stares up at the ceiling while yawning again. Son of a bitch.... they were on their way to Chicago, needed to catch up with Candi Cane. Lilith admitted she didn't like the fact that she owed Candi by any sense of the word. But... if it hadn't been for her, there could have been a far off worse future planned in Lilith's line of Fate. For one, considering the brutal slaying of the Familia Regime thus far.... she could you know, already be dead. She sits up on the bed, resting back on her palms as she stares at the door. You had no idea... you couldn't possibly understand..... how pissed off Lilith was about most of this. Fear was of course a strong emotion in it. But the dominant was by far anger. Lilith was not the kind of person to succumb to situations in which she, had no power. This was not something she was used to at all, and Lilith did not care for it period.
She gets up off of the bed slowly and walks over to the door, leaning her forehead against it softly she closes her eyes and bites down on her bottom lip. Her fingernails grazing down the wood slowly with a scratching sound. She didn't understand this, why would anyone be as stupid to assault the entire faction? Sure Lilith got WHY they would WANT too. I mean come on, the Familia Regime was pretty much filled with arrogant, over bearing, cocky, smug-ass bastards. But that's what make them so very great. Stepping away from the door she lifts her head and stares at the ceiling again, softly clenching her fists while shaking her head from side to side. In all honesty Lilith was worried about all of them, despite the fact that she was never actually considered 'Fam'. Atleast.... probably never considered that on her own. She had a good feeling that thanks to Jon Boy they more then likely did consider her 'Fam'. Still shaking her head Lilith heads over to the mini fridge next to the bed and pulls out a bottle of local beer. Vodka wasn't exactly within their means right now. Sure they had the money but... not like you can take a stroll to a liquor store when people want to kill you ya know? Opening the bottle of beer she turns to the door and narrows her eyes. There was a strange sound coming up near the door. What was that...
".... This..... can't.. be good."
[/i][/center][/font][/color]There wasn't any point. Lilith refused to lower her standards to something plain and simple at this point. She was on the run, scared, hurt and confused.... but she was still Lilith. Had a certain amount of her own reputation to keep up around her mind. She stares up at the ceiling while yawning again. Son of a bitch.... they were on their way to Chicago, needed to catch up with Candi Cane. Lilith admitted she didn't like the fact that she owed Candi by any sense of the word. But... if it hadn't been for her, there could have been a far off worse future planned in Lilith's line of Fate. For one, considering the brutal slaying of the Familia Regime thus far.... she could you know, already be dead. She sits up on the bed, resting back on her palms as she stares at the door. You had no idea... you couldn't possibly understand..... how pissed off Lilith was about most of this. Fear was of course a strong emotion in it. But the dominant was by far anger. Lilith was not the kind of person to succumb to situations in which she, had no power. This was not something she was used to at all, and Lilith did not care for it period.
She gets up off of the bed slowly and walks over to the door, leaning her forehead against it softly she closes her eyes and bites down on her bottom lip. Her fingernails grazing down the wood slowly with a scratching sound. She didn't understand this, why would anyone be as stupid to assault the entire faction? Sure Lilith got WHY they would WANT too. I mean come on, the Familia Regime was pretty much filled with arrogant, over bearing, cocky, smug-ass bastards. But that's what make them so very great. Stepping away from the door she lifts her head and stares at the ceiling again, softly clenching her fists while shaking her head from side to side. In all honesty Lilith was worried about all of them, despite the fact that she was never actually considered 'Fam'. Atleast.... probably never considered that on her own. She had a good feeling that thanks to Jon Boy they more then likely did consider her 'Fam'. Still shaking her head Lilith heads over to the mini fridge next to the bed and pulls out a bottle of local beer. Vodka wasn't exactly within their means right now. Sure they had the money but... not like you can take a stroll to a liquor store when people want to kill you ya know? Opening the bottle of beer she turns to the door and narrows her eyes. There was a strange sound coming up near the door. What was that...
".... This..... can't.. be good."