New Life To Live [Open]

[Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican]

It was becoming almost impossible to live a normal life anymore. There were hardly any points in time when there was peace in the world around her and in herself. Constantly there seemed to be someone in extreme pain or distress which meant Eliza herself had to deal with it as well. She wondered constantly why she had been chosen to carry this burden. What made her so special that she had to deal with this type of life? Having to listen and see and feel all of the pain that happened around her on a daily basis was taxing on one single human being. Right now all she wanted was some piece and quiet at the park. She had only been out of the mental hospital for a month and only in Sunnydale for a couple weeks. She still hadn't enrolled in school but she did plan on doing it soon.

As of now she was living where she could, each night spent on one corner or another, one building or another. It wasn't exactly a glamorous life but she is sixteen with no family, no friends, no job and new to this country. Never before had she seen anything outside of Romania and now she was in a country that made no sense to her in most ways. But she was adjusting and wasn't looking for someone to feel sorry for her. She was living her life just fine and her only hope was that she could continue to help people and that she might someday find a new life to lead. For now she was stuck in between her two lives and looking for the right path to take.

Sitting on the swings she let them sway with her body back and forth, her eyes focusing meerly on the grass below her feet. She was zoned out and wasn't paying attention at all. Of course her peace couldn't last, she knew that, and soon it ended. She caught a vision of a little boy falling down and watched as blood trickled from his knee. With a wince of pain showing on her own face she rubbed her knee as she felt the same pain he was feeling. Of course she didn't rush to find and help the boy because at the same moment in her mind she saw his mother was already there. Lucky little boy had a family that loved him, she didn't have that anymore.

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[zane Sebastian Edwards]

From just being in Sunnydale a short time, Zane was already able to describe the town in four simple words. Crazy. He had been in busy cities before, and they were fine, mainly because he had adapted and got used to them. But for some reason, this town just, was bizarre. It wasn't that it was filled with people, where walking down the street was a difficult task, it was just that things seemed slightly out of place. Especially the people. They were all over the place, and seemed to be living a hundred different worlds in one town, a small one at that. Unfashionable. People here obviously didn't have much money to their name, or choose to spend their money on less important things that they really didn't need. If he was the mayor of this town, he would make it a crime to dress so unfavourably. Thongs? Hell, pajamas? Really? There wasn't really much else to say on this. The last two were freaky and crazy. Well freaky because of the strange people lurking. It wasn't even like this in Miami, or even New York! And crazy? Oh yes, he mentioned crazy. But it really deserves another mention. Crazy people.

Walking down the pavement, he noticed a park and smiled softly. Well wasn't this cute. It was actually the most inviting place he had come across in Sunnydale, truthfully. The grass was actually really green and fresh looking. Everything gave the relaxed vibe, which he did enjoy very much. It seemed peaceful, almost a great place to study. He should come here more often. The uni was way too boring and just didn't offer good accomodation or great places to sit back and relax, and even study. He wouldn't even consider studying in that musky dormitory with the guy he questioned with 'crazy.' He was an alright young man, just had a few problems. Maybe Zane could assist him with overcoming them problems, a task in itself, and make him somewhat likeable and pleasant to hang around. Zane usually didn't judge people by their looks, but he really was just dreadful. An attractive young man who had fallen victim to inability to afford a decent styled-cut, and someone whose fashion had fallen into a coma.

Walking deeper into the park, he noticed a girl on the swings. Well, that was nice. He was never a fan of swings. They were supposed to be a happy thing, yet he didn't feel happy when he swung on them. He actually felt slightly queesy, which he suspected wasn't a good sign. He wasn't paying much attention to her, but did notice when she looked to be in some distress of a sort, and soon held her knee, as if she had bumped it against something. Swings really did amaze him, with the things they could do to people. He sighed, feeling the need to approach the girl and make sure she was okay. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time in Sunnydale right now. And he didn't exactly have a huge social network in this town, unless he counted fashion-coma boy. Which really wasn't helping ease the embarassment.

"You okay? The swing didn't attack you, did it?" He tried to draw foward a friendly smile. Okay, so his introductions weren't the best, but at least he tried. She seemed...Okay. She was good looking, but her fashion sense was a little off. What was she, homeless or something? If this was anywhere but Sunnydale, he might be shot for even looking at this girl, let alone having a conversation with her. There was a strict code on talking with loners. He moved closer, kneeling down and placing his hand on her knee, examining it, before looking up at her gently. "Do you want the prognosis? Your knee seems fine, not even a sign of a broise or scratch. I am curious to know how you injured your knee though." See, he was great at this. He should've been at Miami Central becoming a doctor already, not doing a paramedic course at Sunnydale UC. What were they thinking in sending him here!

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[Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican]

Soon her peace and quiet was once more interrupted by a boy. He came from seemingly no where which meant he had probably been walking by the park and just like her decided it looked peaceful. It wasn't long though before he walked over to her and leaned down to examine the knee that she had only moments before been caressing as if she had just fallen and scrapped it. Oh great, she had just met this young man and questions were already going to start. Now she had to come up with some sort of story on the fly and hope that he bought it.

Oh um no the swing didn't attack me she replied with a little laugh. Her voice was heavily accented being as she had only been in America for half a year and most of the that time had been spent at the hospital. I injured my knee when I was younger, tore some tendons and ligaments, so it sometimes hurts when I tweak it wrong. Nothing to worry about she replied with a small smile. She hoped she sounded convincing enough because she really didn't want to have to explain her entire life to this complete stranger and have him think she was a complete freak.

Him being near her made her feel self conscious. He was so clean, neatly dressed and well groomed. She on the other hand was clean to a point but didn't have the latest style and really looked like a bum to be nice about it. It wasn't really her fault, she had only been on her own for a little while and hadn't gotten everything worked out yet. Being sixteen with no family, friends or home was proving to be extremely difficult and the kinks just straightened out. I'm Elizabeth she replied figuring she might be able to change the subject of the conversation. If at all possible she might be able to change it to him. I don't think I have ever seen you around she added trying to make it seem like she was from around here even though she clearly wasn't. Blending made her life just that much easier if she could succeed at doing it right.

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[zane Sebastian Edwards]

He glanced up at her as she spoke, noticing her heavy accent. He then brought himself back to a standing posistion, showing interest on his face. "I hope its nothing serious. Ligaments can be rather serious, even years later. And judging from the abnormal pain you experienced just before from that ligament, its probably a good idea to go and get it checked out. You know, if you don't want to loose your leg and all. Just kidding." He smiled lightly. She wasn't so bad to talk to after all. He just had to ensure no one he knew was lurking around nearby, and could use this as leverage. Oh, wait. He had no one to know in Sunnydale, so he was fine, and therefore there was no problem in staying and socialising with this girl.

He liked her accent. Accents were always attractive, to him. He enjoyed learning about different accents, but actually experiencing them was another thing altogether. Her accent really intrigued him. "Your accent. Romanian, yes? Always intrigued me, the culture I mean." He hadn't much experience in actually listening to how Romanians spoke, however from his reading, he was able to recognize the accent, distinguishing it from other possible cultures. Well, if there was anything good to come from this social experience, it was that she had a very nice accent, and was rather cute. That did make up for her strange clothing choices and slight dirty appearence. It was a mystery, he did enjoy mysteries to some degree. As long as the mystery didn't lead him to find out that she was some degraded homeless person who stole her clothes from Walmart, or something along those lines. That could be lethal. For his reputation, that is. Why did he really care so much about that, anyway?

"Zane Edwards," he stated. He had always been taught to state his whole name, as it signified a man of social standing. He wasn't just one of those 'regulars' who casually gave their name up like they gave up their reputation. This girl was and probably should be privilidged to be speaking with him. He could have easily just not showed interest in her and continued along with his day, like many would. Sometimes he believed he was too nice. He had been referred to as a 'charity case' from time to time. He helped those in need at times, why? He really didn't know.

She hadn't seen him around? Yeah, there was probably a good reason for that. She didn't seem like the type of person who he would just abruptly run into, other than now, of course. "I'm sure I would have remembered you, if we did. I'm new to town anyway, still getting used to everything and having difficulty finding time for all of my friends. I just get so busy sometimes.." He was so busy he was talking to a loner in a park with horrible clothes! Imagine if those Miami Five's new about this! Looking around awkwardly, he finally turned back to the girl on the swing. "So do you uh...Spend all of your time swinging around here, or do you do other things too?" Hey there was no hurt in asking!

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[Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican]

Wonderful. She had decided to make up some sob story about her fake torn ligaments and this guy was like a pre-med or something. She hadn't even thought that the person she was lieing to might be able to really understand what she was saying. At least he was buying it for now and she could milk that in order to keep him off her trail. It wasn't like she could tell him the truth, normal people couldn't handle the truth, normal people were the ones to throw her in that stupid mental hopsital like she was some sort of psycho. She wasn't crazy, nothing about her was crazy but people treated her that way without even fully understanding her situation and she hated people for that, loathed them. Who were they to judge her? It wasn't like they lived better lives, they weren't better. If anything she was better than them, at least she helped people, most of the people around here and the rest of the world ignored everyone else and only noticed their own issues which were most likely insignificant compared to the issues people dealt with everyday in different places of the world.

Oh so what you broke and stupid nail, people are starving in Africa. Your boss promoted the other guy instead of you, some people can't even find a job. Your car broke down, some people have to walk everywhere. People never really understood just how lucky they really were. She would bet anything that people would appreciate the things they had if those things were to disappear. Sure growing up she had taken things for granted but now a cold and harsh dose of reality had taught her that the world wasn't all rainbows and unicorns, the world was a very unforgiving place if anything.

I will be sure to get it checked out when I can she replied with a convincing and sincere nod. She wanted him to believe that she would go to the doctors so that he wouldn't feel the need to look into her case more than he already had. When he recognized her accent she was caught off gaurd for a moment. Should she lie and say it wasn't Romanian? No he could obviously tell it was making it pointless to lie. Yeah, Romanian she replied letting him know he was indeed correct not that he needed the reassurance. Romania is beautiful for sure. Interesting ways of life so I have realized comparing it to here. America is an odd place to me, but I am sure Romania is odd for someone from here so I don't really have a lot of room to talk she added not wanting to sound like she was downing on the US. Really she just hadn't had any good experiences here yet making her sort of hate the place. But she had told herself that she needed to at least give it a chance, her new life had to be here. At this point she couldn't go back to her old home, Romania wasn't a good place for her right now.

Well it is a pleasure to meet you Zane she replied. She could tell he was a proud fellow, stating his name as he did. But not only that she could tell by how he presented himself and how he talked. Clean cut and probably rich. Well I have only been here for a few weeks, but yes I do other things rather than swing all day. I have been looking for work and have thought about enrolling in school here. I do have a life even though it may not really look like it right now, you just caught me at a bad time of sorts she replied. So why are you hanging out in a park with a stranger that is obviously of a lower class and standard than you? she asked showing him with that statement that she knew how he viewed her and the tone of her voice she hoped would show him that she didn't appreciate it. He wasn't better than her he just thought he was. But money wasn't everything and someday she hoped he would learn that.

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[zane Sebastian Edwards]

He nodded as she informed him that she'd get her knee checked out. Wow, was he really showing care for this girl? He hadn't even noticed, it just sort of, well, came out? It must be his instincts for checking out the injuries of people, which he was currently learning about in his paramedic course. Well, he was just a natural, which conveniently happened when a rather beautiful girl was before him. He looked up into her eyes softly, not even being able to resist a slight smirk, before moving his eyes away from hers. Her eyes were soft, yet elegant and he did enjoy glancing into them. Most of the girls he had been with were 'whores' as he would call them, and they really did lack substance. It was of great difficulty and patience to undergo a conversation with them. That, and their conversations consisted of makeup, other guys and cheerleading. Boring.

He smiled when she confirmed his assumptions on her accent, feeling pride that he had got it right. He smiled as she spoke of Romania, showing keen interest in her words. From what he had read, and his glances at Elizabeth, Romania would be a beautiful place, as she mentioned herself. The culture seemed interesting, and beautiful women? Heh, it was almost a bit too good to be true. Though he was talking to one of those beautiful women right now, in America. He did agree. America was a frustrating place to reside in every now and then. Just some of the people frustrated him enough, let alone taking that thought into a more general or broard perspective. American fathers were of extreme frustration for him. Of course he was just taking it from a personal standpoint with his own father. But he had heard of friends' fathers who were of similar fashion and personality.

"No, the pleasure is all mine. Its not everyday I run into such a beautiful girl, with such an interesting personality. A...Refreshing change," he finished with a smile. He was tired of the same old girls, who made him act the same old way. He wanted something different, someone who can challenge him to break out of the way he acted, sometimes. He was annoyed at the way he acted sometimes, but from what he learned from his father, and the experience around his friends and the way they acted, it was hard to not only break out of that personality, but to act a different way, or at least try to.

Her accent was so fluid and obvious, he wasn't surprised that she had been in America for such a short duration. But he liked her accent, it was one of the features of her which made her even the more beautiful and interesting. Imagine what people would think if they knew he was with a beautiful Romanian girl? Sure, he'd take her shopping first, but still, pretty awesome. "If you need help with anything related to school, I'd be more than happy to help. I do a subject at the local school here in Sunnydale, so i'd probably be good to help you. At the moment I'm doing a medical course at the university. Thats why I'm a bit observant of injuries..." He slightly chuckled.

Her next comment did take him off guard slightly. She seemed to think he was acting like he was of more standard than her, or something? Maybe it was true, he couldn't help that personality coming out every now and then. He couldn't help that just by observing her she looked rather rugged in what she was wearing, or how messy her hair was. "Its good to get away from everything and just relax in a park and talk to someone different," he replied with a blank face, staring at the ground. "Like you," he said, now glancing up into her eyes. "I'm not one of those people, you know," he stated. "Although it may seem like it, I don't always like being that way. Sometimes I just want to be someone average." If average meant a loving family, sometimes that was all that would be needed to make him happy.

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[Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican]

Compliments, he was really complimenting her. It was an odd feeling to receive a compliment, not that she never had but it had been a while. She knew that compliments were a way to boost the ego of a person and sometimes weren't necessarily true but all the same it was nice to be called beautiful ever once in a while. Well I am glad that I hold some interest to you. It is a relief to know I am not dreadfully dull she replied with a slight laugh. She had never heard someone describe her as interesting so that in itself was a new thing to hear from someone, especially a stranger that didn't know her from some other girl.

When he offered to help her with school she nodded her head towards him. When I do decide to enroll I shall seek you out to get some help if the need arises. I am a pretty good student but I can only guess that American teaching is going to be different than Romanian teaching she replied and wondered to herself just how different it would be. Instead of learning about Romanian history she would learn about American history. Instead of speaking and writing in Romanian she would be expected to turn in her work in English. A language that she was thankfully fluent in along with select others. That was one plus of being from a rich family that had sent her to good schools. Not to meantion languages were just fun in themselves, it was funny to watch people try and figure out what exactly she was saying at times. Sometimes she would switch it up and use three languages in one sentence just to get a laugh.

So I am different than the girls around here? Or just different than the girls around you? this was a slightly sarcastic question but not completely. She really was curious as to what he thought about her, not that it would change anything but it would be cool to know. She wondered what types of girls he hung out with. Probably the rich ones that dyed their hair fake blonde, tanned way too much, wore too much makeup and not enough clothes. There seemed to be a lot of girls like that everywhere, but more so in certain places. This was something she had noticed during her travels.

Trust me I know the life of glamor isn't exactly fun all of the time. But I can tell by how you carry yourself and talk that you are a proud person, rich and from a proper family. Just be careful that it doesn't get to your head because in the end money isn't everything. True friends will bring you more than money ever could. You seem like a good guy and I would hate to see you waste your life trying to be someone you really aren't. Don't fake it. If people don't like you for who you really are then they weren't meant to be your friend she replied and hoped that he would take at least some of her words to heart. Good and true friends were hard to come by but money was printed everyday.

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