Post by Bastille on Apr 8, 2010 1:13:15 GMT -5
It wasn't a particularly hot day. In fact one may think that it was particularly cool. The wind was hitting just right that the sun was not producing enough light to warm the land. People bustled around in sweaters and others took off more clothing just to show small signs of being stronger then others. It didn't work. So this was America after three years- didn't get much better.
Gawddddd- she wanted to blow something up right now. Wearing her favorite short black wig- which was cut into an obnoxiously precise bob cut, she seemed to be pretty preoccupied with the stick of dynamite in her hand. Lighting it, and blowing it out, then lighting it again....tempting fate was fun. However, she decided that might seem a little noticeable as well as suicidal and ended up throwing the burnt out stick into a trash. Hopefully the sun wouldn't heat it too much.
Sulking her way down the walk she found a particular parlor to stick herself in. Adjusting her hair in the window of a shop, she turned and yawned loudly. The black shades still sitting over her eyes and just in case, she also wore a pair of green flux contacts. And her 'shades' turned to glasses when you walked in doors. Now that had been some nifty technology- or rather affect of the glass. Wearing a rather large red snow jacket, with a chain from an arm band on the arm to the other shoulder as well as a German military school uniform. She had wanted to wear the pants, but the lady had told her that the plaid skirt was just her size and the only thing she was aloud to sell a customer. Her knee high socks at least kept her rather warm and her tennis shoes where wacky enough.
Her guns where securely strapped to the inside of her jacket, and her neck bow was slowly getting annoying. With little effort she pulled walked into the nearest donut shop and began to browse the selection. Her eyes more peeled on the people outside then her selection inside. Playing the school girl was harder then it looked, and more annoying then it looked too.
"It really is too late to have a donut huh?"
Gawddddd- she wanted to blow something up right now. Wearing her favorite short black wig- which was cut into an obnoxiously precise bob cut, she seemed to be pretty preoccupied with the stick of dynamite in her hand. Lighting it, and blowing it out, then lighting it again....tempting fate was fun. However, she decided that might seem a little noticeable as well as suicidal and ended up throwing the burnt out stick into a trash. Hopefully the sun wouldn't heat it too much.
Sulking her way down the walk she found a particular parlor to stick herself in. Adjusting her hair in the window of a shop, she turned and yawned loudly. The black shades still sitting over her eyes and just in case, she also wore a pair of green flux contacts. And her 'shades' turned to glasses when you walked in doors. Now that had been some nifty technology- or rather affect of the glass. Wearing a rather large red snow jacket, with a chain from an arm band on the arm to the other shoulder as well as a German military school uniform. She had wanted to wear the pants, but the lady had told her that the plaid skirt was just her size and the only thing she was aloud to sell a customer. Her knee high socks at least kept her rather warm and her tennis shoes where wacky enough.
Her guns where securely strapped to the inside of her jacket, and her neck bow was slowly getting annoying. With little effort she pulled walked into the nearest donut shop and began to browse the selection. Her eyes more peeled on the people outside then her selection inside. Playing the school girl was harder then it looked, and more annoying then it looked too.
"It really is too late to have a donut huh?"
