Assassin / Target [ F - S ]

[DevilliciousPea]

۞ Rascipica ☸ Louie ۞

Rascipica let a breath escape from her thin lips. Her skin was pale yet the touch was soft. Standing up tall, she placed her violin on her shoulder, resting her chin against it and she began to play a slow yet beautiful song with it. Her blond bangs hung in her face like a curtain would. She closed her eyes briefly, thinking of her mother as she played. She sucked in a soft breath as she played. It was a while ago when she lost her mother, but she couldn’t get over it, and seems her father couldn’t either. Her violin made a screeching sound and she looked at the door her father was locked in. He was coughing violently. Rascipica’s heart jumped a bit. She was so worried about her father. She didn’t wish to lose him as well! She swallowed hard and slowly began to play, she kept her ears open. She was afraid about her father. She played the song the rest of the way through, she then walked up the stairs and then put her violin in its case. She moved to the kitchen, rounding up some food and cooking it.

Rascipica huffed out and a frown came upon her face as she watched the water begin to boil. She swallowed hard and shook her head. She then cooked, putting the food in a bowl. She grabbed a spoon and some pills. She walked down to the room where her father was. She knocked. “Please open, I have some soup and your medication…” She said softly, and soon enough, there were fiddling of the locks and the door opened. She moved into the room, put the soup onto the table, with his medication. She knew he had water down here, so she had no reason to bring it. She looked at her father and frowned. “You need to get out~ You are getting sick….” Her attention went to the ground, she was trying not to cry. “I lost mother, I don’t want to lose you too.” This was barely over a whisper, but she allowed him to hear it. Soon enough there were arms around her. She gasped lightly, hugging him back. She grunted as a lot of weight was put onto her. The wheezing of her father was no longer coming from him.

Rascipica’s heart then sped up, she shifted her father over to the chair near them, she made him sit. He was still alive, he was getting close to death. She gasped and cried, she ran to get the phone calling 911 and soon enough they were on their way. Quickly she began to work on making sure he would breath. She was helping him out, not letting him go! She couldn’t! If he were to suffer, it might be best to pull the plug and let him go, but if not, then she can’t. He wasn’t even that old! Nobody deserved to die so young. If he would have gotten remarried she knew none of this would happen. He would be outgoing like he was, healthy. After a few minutes the ambulance men came running in, she called to them and they got her uncle on the stretcher, quickly treating him as they took him to the truck and took off for the emergency room. Rascipica was left… Standing there… If he were to pass away, she didn’t even get to say good bye. She knew how serious and very rude the hospital was, she wouldn’t be able to see her father unless he was alright…

Rascipica then slid slowly towards the door. She began to walk up the stairs. A slow thud coming as she took a step. She felt weak, she was crying, but was soon wiping her tears, trying to stay strong. “He will be fine!” She then told herself. She had to stay positive, it was the best she could do as for now. She moved towards the living room. She plopped down on the couch, staring at the television that wasn’t even on. She didn’t care whether it was on or off, her father was the only thing stuck on her mind at that moment, nothing else mattered anymore!

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[DevilliciousPea]

۞ Rascipica ☸ Louie ۞

Closing her eyes she looked peaceful. After a moment two of laying there she got up. She had to go do something to help keep her calm and try to take her mind off of her father for a little while. She slid her feet off the couch and onto the green carpeted floor. She opened her eyes and slowly sat up, her blonde hair was sticking up crazily. She frowned softly but shook her head. The house was cute and simple, wasn’t much, it was just enough to be able to live in. She released a breath from her pale lips. She felt disgusting, very sick to her stomach as her father kept coming to mind. She slowly pushed up to her feet. Her knees shook lightly but she grunted and continued on. She made her way to the stairs. A hand reached up, tightly gripping the light brown railing. She clenched her teeth and released a grunt. She began to walk up the stairs. One step at a time. Her footsteps were heavy, she was being very lazy with what she was doing. She gasped and cursed out as she stubbed her toe. She held onto her toe, panting like a dog would. “Jesus~!” She shook her head in pain.

After being done with her “pain” she slowly headed up till she met the last stair. She then slowly went down to her knees, she placed her hands about shoulder width apart and began to crawl to the bathroom. The brown floor made her shiver. It was cold, almost like a dead bodies. The thought of her father dying was too much for her to handle. She lost on good person in her life years before, she doesn’t want to lose another just yet. Once she arrived in the bathroom, she moved over turning the shower on. She grabbed hold of the sink that was neat by and she used all the arm strength she could to stand up. Once on her feet, she reached down, grabbing her dress and she pulled it up over her head easily. She slid the rest of her clothing off. Taking one good look in the mirror, seeing how sickly she was, she cursed and turned away from it. She headed into the shower, closing the curtain. She took a shower that last about ten to fifteen minutes, the water was so warm it made the room steamy and warm.

Rascipica stepped out of the shower. Water dripped from her body and she grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her. She wiped steam off the mirror and looked at herself again, she looked a bit better. She let a grunt come out and she turned away from the mirror. She grabbed her brush and a hair tie, soon leaving the bathroom and heading towards her room. She let off a trail of footprints and dripping water lead to her room. She yawned and then placed the items onto her bed. She moved over to her closet, she went through her clothes. She took out a cute light red dress, it would go to her knees and was wavy. The dress had been one her father gave her. It had a small flower on her shoulder, she then moved over and laid it out onto the bed. She walked back to her closet, getting the cute red dress shoes she was gotten to match. Her father may not be very good with shopping in general, but when he knows what he wants, he is very good at getting it.

Rascipica took off her towel then dried off her body. It took her about eight minutes to get mostly dried. She wrapped the towel around her head then began to get on some of her clothing, enough to where she won’t be so bare anymore. She dried her hair soon and then she grabbed her dress, she slipped it on and put her shoes on. Her shoes were flats, no heels or anything. It was what she preferred, they tended to be more comfortable. Once dressed she brushed her hair, moving right to a mirror that hung on her plain white wall. She pulled her hair up into a pony tail, making it look neat. She nodded to herself. She checked the time then she headed towards her bathroom. She brushed her teeth, put on some lip gloss and then she headed downstairs. She grabbed her keys along the way. She smiled towards her violin and then she grabbed that, it was still in its case, and she quickly made sure it was secure. She smiled and headed out.

Climbing into the car, she placed her violin in the passengers seat. She closed her eyes briefly and thought of something before heading off towards the Music Museum. She released a breath from her lip, she turned on her car after opening her eyes, backed out of the drive way and headed towards her destination. She had been asked to go there a few times, each time she has rejected, she had gotten a bit annoyed so she was going today, she may just sit in the crowd. Soon she pulled into a parking space, she looked up at the Music Museum. She then grabbed her violin, she moved to the doors and went inside. Instead of just going up to the front, she just took a seat in the back, but made it to were she could be noticed. She crossed her arms over her chest after placing her violin down gently. She looked up at the man that was on the stage and she made a face. Attractive, but he looked to be a ladies man, only wanting nothing but that. She could be wrong, she shouldn’t judge. Quickly she pushed the man out of mind and watched.

She smiled softly and she tapped her finger against her right leg. She didn’t want to play, but when people saw her they were crowding her. She was the daughter of a woman that used to play and be rather famous if you put it that way. Ever since her mother died people have sort of been all over her. She gasped, she grabbed her violin and she stood. People were telling her to play, so she took out her violin, playing one song for them. She was just as talented as her mother was at her age. It took a few moments of playing. She smiled some and then she slowed at the ending. People began to ask her personal questions about her mother, but she soon put her violin away and ran out, she was still getting crowded. She got into her car, locking it, she beeped at people, not meaning to be rude but they backed away and she drove home… After taking about a ten minute drive she parked in front of her house. She sighed. She rested her head on the steering wheel, and she opened the door. She slowly climbed out. “Dumb reporters…” She mumbled.

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