{Katrin Orliogo}

{22; Female}

{Waitress at Thalassa and Professional Photographer}

{Erin; sidewalkSUNSHINE} 

{+}{optimistic}

{+}{kind, giving}

{+}{accepting}

{+//-}{intelligent}

{curious}{-//+}

{over sensitive,selfless}{-}

{naïve}{-}

{too quick to trust}{-} 
 
 
 
 

{Introduction}

Who you're about to read about isn't glamorous. It's not a story about some alluring little tart, and she wasn't the kind of rebel whose name would be in the headlines everyday. She wasn't over the top, in fact, she wasn't even aware of her virtues.

She was average. Easily overlooked.

Until you looked.

{...and you could only step over a puddle for so long before stepping into it} 
 

{Chapter 1}

It was the eyes. Piercing green-grey that burrowed past your masks. Past your walls, into the most private thoughts, and drew them out of you like honey. The eyes were all there was, but that was enough. You could look past the pale skin, nearly white hair, small stature , and little fashion sense.

{...the glorious consequence of being a shut in} 
Because you couldn't get past the eyes. 
 
 

{Chapter 2}

And she listened, and somehow she knew. She spent her time with old books and shuttters, but somehow she understood the problems of the socialite.  And that is why she spent her time with old books and shutters. They couldn't hurt you. History is history, and technology is technology.

{...I operate on a frequecny. Maybe you can hear it}

Her heart told her: Surround yourself with these things and I won't break again.

Her mind told her: Your heart is breaking anyway. You need to find someone who can fix it.

Her past told her: There is no room for original thought, and you've got no family, and you've got not home, and you've got no love. They all wanted you gone. So that's why you're in Old World's Berlin, not Zurich. That's why you're alone.

Her future was a mystery.

And she couldn't handle it.

{...her mind was getting tired}

So she started to let people in, but she didn't really let them in.

She learned to captivate them with her eyes and whit her speech.

She panicked at arms length, and plunged that arm into old cities ruins to find a new leather-bound escape. 
 

{Chapter 3}

So what really happened? 

She had an original thought.

{...and then nothing turned inside out and became a really big somthing}

And she was almost killed.

But she wasn't.

Her parents pulled some strings,

And then cut them.

Deserted her and deported her. She was sent to Sector 01, and somehow found Thalassa.

{...and her mind and her heart exaulted} 
 
 
 
 
 

{And that's where the real story begins} 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

{...It's always the quite ones} 
 
 
 

{♥{listening to others}

{talking about herself}{x}

{♥{people watching}

{self-centered jerks}{x}

{♥{experimenting with cameras} 

{photos courtesy of:

333bracket

Natali1211

xox-vintage

at deviantart.com}