04-27-2010, 06:33 PM
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WC 588.
Ah, my god! This post sucked! Sowwi. -.-
Halifax. The beautiful disaster of urban lifestyle. Vines crept over desolate buildings, and trees sprung out from broken rooftops. The air was sweet today, almost silent. There appeared to be nobody around, and though Lucia was not particularly social, it was a minor disappointment considering how her last trip here had turned out. Treading carefully in the dust of the roads, clouds of dirt firing into the air as each step hit the ground, her malachite eyes traveled steadily over the horizon. Thoughts wandered wearily over Haku; the demon who had belittled her before, and made her world turn upside down. A small growl erupted from the pit of her stomach, but it was mere seconds of anger – she was too placid to care.
Pacing steadily, one arm attached to the strap of her bag, which was slung loosly over her shoulder, she blended perfectly with the shadows. Her ebony pelt shimmering in the occasional spark of light that crossed her path; she didn't feel like brightness today. Lost in thought, it was not apparent to the female that she might in fact have company. The muffled voices nearby not entering her mind with any concern; she just wanted to drink her Jack Daniels, smoke her cigarettes and contemplate a myriad of things which simply just did not matter in her life. It was boring, perhaps, but at least it prevented trouble. However, trouble had a habit of following her around, thus she doubted today would be any different.
Flicking her tassel behind her as she walked, a banner of her inability to care at the moment, she stopped slowly. Her hackles flickered on her spine, and her lip curled momentarily. Listening, statuesque in appearance, she contemplated whether the gathering of voices were friend or foe. Standing there, silent, it became apparent that she was in no danger. Sniffing the air, she smiled to herself and chuckled lightly. The scent of drugs rang out, mixed with the beautiful taste of alcohol. Her mind raced, and she felt herself begin to walk again. It was like some kind of trance. Fiddling with a side pocket, the female pulled out a cigarette as she walked. Pursing it between her lips, she searched briefly for her lighter and sparked the end. Inhaling deeply, the smoke traveling down her throat like water. Relaxed, she slowly strolled into the clearing – her jade coals skimming over the crowd.
“Hey all,” she breathed calmly, the cigarette still grasped between her ebony lips. “What's going on? A party?” A grin sprung onto her face, eyes alight with a cheeky glow. Slinging her bag to the ground before her, she bent down and undid the button which fastened it shut. Looking up at everyone, she inhaled again on the nicotine-stick, and wondered when or if anyone would speak. Putting her hand into the main section of the bag, she chuckled lightly and pulled out a handful of narcotics; whatever that was required, she pretty much had in her hand. She traveled her gaze over each one, waiting for a reaction. The cigarette burning and smoke traveling around her crown like a halo. Placing the pile of illegal products on the floor, she then pulled out her trusty bottle of Jack Daniels – slightly less in it than usual from her visit from Razekiel. Sitting it also on the dirt, she rose back to a stand and waited, smoking slowly and silently, waiting and watching – was she welcome?
“...I come in peace...”
WC 588.
Ah, my god! This post sucked! Sowwi. -.-
Halifax. The beautiful disaster of urban lifestyle. Vines crept over desolate buildings, and trees sprung out from broken rooftops. The air was sweet today, almost silent. There appeared to be nobody around, and though Lucia was not particularly social, it was a minor disappointment considering how her last trip here had turned out. Treading carefully in the dust of the roads, clouds of dirt firing into the air as each step hit the ground, her malachite eyes traveled steadily over the horizon. Thoughts wandered wearily over Haku; the demon who had belittled her before, and made her world turn upside down. A small growl erupted from the pit of her stomach, but it was mere seconds of anger – she was too placid to care.
Pacing steadily, one arm attached to the strap of her bag, which was slung loosly over her shoulder, she blended perfectly with the shadows. Her ebony pelt shimmering in the occasional spark of light that crossed her path; she didn't feel like brightness today. Lost in thought, it was not apparent to the female that she might in fact have company. The muffled voices nearby not entering her mind with any concern; she just wanted to drink her Jack Daniels, smoke her cigarettes and contemplate a myriad of things which simply just did not matter in her life. It was boring, perhaps, but at least it prevented trouble. However, trouble had a habit of following her around, thus she doubted today would be any different.
Flicking her tassel behind her as she walked, a banner of her inability to care at the moment, she stopped slowly. Her hackles flickered on her spine, and her lip curled momentarily. Listening, statuesque in appearance, she contemplated whether the gathering of voices were friend or foe. Standing there, silent, it became apparent that she was in no danger. Sniffing the air, she smiled to herself and chuckled lightly. The scent of drugs rang out, mixed with the beautiful taste of alcohol. Her mind raced, and she felt herself begin to walk again. It was like some kind of trance. Fiddling with a side pocket, the female pulled out a cigarette as she walked. Pursing it between her lips, she searched briefly for her lighter and sparked the end. Inhaling deeply, the smoke traveling down her throat like water. Relaxed, she slowly strolled into the clearing – her jade coals skimming over the crowd.
“Hey all,” she breathed calmly, the cigarette still grasped between her ebony lips. “What's going on? A party?” A grin sprung onto her face, eyes alight with a cheeky glow. Slinging her bag to the ground before her, she bent down and undid the button which fastened it shut. Looking up at everyone, she inhaled again on the nicotine-stick, and wondered when or if anyone would speak. Putting her hand into the main section of the bag, she chuckled lightly and pulled out a handful of narcotics; whatever that was required, she pretty much had in her hand. She traveled her gaze over each one, waiting for a reaction. The cigarette burning and smoke traveling around her crown like a halo. Placing the pile of illegal products on the floor, she then pulled out her trusty bottle of Jack Daniels – slightly less in it than usual from her visit from Razekiel. Sitting it also on the dirt, she rose back to a stand and waited, smoking slowly and silently, waiting and watching – was she welcome?
“...I come in peace...”