Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 28, 2010 10:06:08 GMT -8
[ooc: This thread is open, as I prefer to interact with people o.O But it is going to be a major plot point for Olesya sooooo some shite is gonna go down. Preferably fight/drama.]
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Flick....flick...
A pocket knife flipped open and closed in the slender hand of the seventeen year old as she walked down the minimally lit street. It wasn't an intimidation technique, it just gave her something to fiddle with. It was just one of the few ticks the girl had developed, she was always fiddling with something. Flicking it closed, she slid the knife into the pocket of her worn and torn jeans that fit her a little loosely. In fact, her entire outfit seemed a tad too big for her, but it had once fit her curves just right. Her limbs her long and slender, too slender. What was left of a deteriorated six pack could be glimpsed at her midriff where her shirt rode up slightly. High cheekbones were prominent on her face which was framed in disheveled dark brown hair with violet highlights that had long since grown out. Her eyes were an unnatural ice blue and seemed to shine on their own in the shadows that surrounded her.
A few more steps and the girl pulled out the knife again...flick...flick flick...
Where was she headed? Nowhere in particular, really. The pier slowly passed on her right hand side, the lights dimmed as the evening festivities grew to a close. During the summer, Olesya would frequent the little fair on the pier with her friends...but that was back when she cared. When she had friends.
Anyone who looked at her now would find it difficult to recognize the former Varsity Captain of PHS 259. She'd been spotted a few times...by a few people she thought were only memories. But as soon as they arrived, they left her life once again. That was why she had learned to trust no one.Not even herself
Flick...flick...flick..
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Flick....flick...
A pocket knife flipped open and closed in the slender hand of the seventeen year old as she walked down the minimally lit street. It wasn't an intimidation technique, it just gave her something to fiddle with. It was just one of the few ticks the girl had developed, she was always fiddling with something. Flicking it closed, she slid the knife into the pocket of her worn and torn jeans that fit her a little loosely. In fact, her entire outfit seemed a tad too big for her, but it had once fit her curves just right. Her limbs her long and slender, too slender. What was left of a deteriorated six pack could be glimpsed at her midriff where her shirt rode up slightly. High cheekbones were prominent on her face which was framed in disheveled dark brown hair with violet highlights that had long since grown out. Her eyes were an unnatural ice blue and seemed to shine on their own in the shadows that surrounded her.
A few more steps and the girl pulled out the knife again...flick...flick flick...
Where was she headed? Nowhere in particular, really. The pier slowly passed on her right hand side, the lights dimmed as the evening festivities grew to a close. During the summer, Olesya would frequent the little fair on the pier with her friends...but that was back when she cared. When she had friends.
Anyone who looked at her now would find it difficult to recognize the former Varsity Captain of PHS 259. She'd been spotted a few times...by a few people she thought were only memories. But as soon as they arrived, they left her life once again. That was why she had learned to trust no one.
Flick...flick...flick..