Savannah Levine

Music started playing as Savannah Constance Nast entered the room that she now knew she had shared with her one true love, Johnny Storm.

As she walked to the window, a series of flashbacks played out.

Her head was spinning with everything that had happened in the last two days.

She still didn't know much about her past... but she did know that she could never be forgiven for accidentally killing the man she loved. She knew that the right thing to do was turn herself in -- even though orange really wasn't her color. Eve -- her bodyguard turned not-really-dead-mother wtf? -- had made her promise that she wouldn't turn herself in to the police without coming to get her.

Pain shot through her and her eyes filled with anguished tears as she slid down against the wall. She would never forgive herself. Never.

"Johnny," she sobbed as the background swelled again, drowning out her sobs as she cried through the night.


[[OOC: Establishy]]

After the revelation that the man she loved was one of the ones trying to kill her, Savannah had run all the way from the dorms and found herself on a the edge of a cliff. Tears were almost blinding her and then a strike of lightning lit the air as rain poured from the sky.

"I trusted him," she sobbed. "I thought he loved me and would keep me safe. Instead he was the one that did this to me!"

The rain continued to fall as Savannah tried to nurse her shattered heart.




[[OOC: For one]]

She didn't know what had happened.

She didn't know how she had ended up in this place... didn't even know where this place was. However, the nice guy, Johnny, had brought her back to his place and promised that she'd be safe while she stayed with him.

She went to stand at the window, looking out carefully to make sure there was no one watching the building. Letting the curtain fall back over the glass, she let out a breath.

They were out there somewhere. They were out there and they wouldn't stop looking for her until they found her.

Problem was, she wasn't sure who they were. She pulled the tank top up and away from her waist and made a face at the bruising there. It was in the perfect shape of a hand, but she couldn't remember how it had happened.

She couldn't remember a lot of things, actually.


[[OOC: For the man of the house]]