Curious Little Thing (Bloo/Ask)

It seemed like Mariyah didnt understand what she was saying either which seemed to make her annoyed... and then... she crushed the box.... the only hope to her finding out who she really was... what she was. Tears started to fall down her cheeks as she looked at it with wide teary eyes. It was all she had... the only person for so long that ever cared about her.... was gone. "Box.... g-gone..."

She said the word gone in a more natural sounding voice as she tried to peice to gether words to convey what Mariyah just took from her. "eeevvv ery tthhhhhing..... everything..... goone...." Tears were streaming down her face as she looked up the mariyah from the box. "Box gone.... everything... gone...." She said with a look that begged her to understand what she just did to her... what she just took from her.

She seemed to not care about what she had done to the box based on her tone eye rolls and her saying the word box. She then shouted at her and started to shake her, she hurt something she cared about and only got angry at her for having a natural reaction to that. She though was not happy about this. She jumped up reaching up and grabbing mariya's hands as she planted her feet high up onto mariya's shoulder and looked right at her with a serious look. She wanted her to stop shaking her.

She wanted her to understand that she was a person, that the box was important to her, and that mariya destroyed it and hurt her. Knowing that Mariya wanted her to stop her actions and told her to stop crying she figured that the first word was telling her to stop an action and crying was the action she was doing so she in a very mature and serious tone worked out how to say the word in he remind before looking her in the eyes and spoke firmly. "Stop." If she did she would drop her feet back down to the ground but kept looking at her very seriously.

Miley dropped down and stumbled back a bit looking a bit and wincing a little as she was shouted at.... she messed up... she must have broken a rule... a strike to the face, hits from random objects, kicks... were all expected at this point... its what happened at the labs... And she seemed just as angry at her as the men from the labs had been.... But all that came was more yelling... and something that Miley didn't want.... her leaving.... At this point... she rather wished that she would come back and hit her, or yell at her, or just grudingly stand by her glaring than being all alone again.....

She was just about always alone now... Alone.... on the streets.... just... food, family, and homeless. She looked to the trash bin and slowly walked over to it and pulled her smashed box out and looked it it sadly... it was all she had... it was the only hope she had to know who she was.. and any hope that she knew of... to find any family or people who would stick by her side and stay there.... since... trying to make friends with random people wasn't going to work... she clearly would just make people hate her in time the longer she stayed by their side cause she couldn't talk to them nor understand them....

These were the thoughts that she had as she slowly sat down and found a place by a collection of trashed boxes and took her jacket and rolled it up into a ball to use as a pillow as she laid down on the grumy ground and hugged her box a bit as she did so and stared out into the sky. She would probably feel better tomorrow but at the moment... she couldn't feel more alone even if she tired.