Post by M.A.P. on May 1, 2007 13:10:53 GMT -8
Blue violets stared blankly into the space around her. The buildings around her seeming like a fence, a chain and shackle filled with more souls than a demon which had been at work for many a year. But ...she was at..what was this place called again? School? Miss Reia had been so excited to know M.A.P. was goingn to school but now that M.A.P. was here, she wanted nothing more than to turn and run away. Schools were not safe places. This place was very different and she found herself in want to leave as quickly as possible and return back to the home she now had with Mr. Sky and Miss Reia and begin cooking.
She worried about Honcho being all alone for the first time in nearly a year- had it been this long already? She continued to stare at the building, unwilling to go in- not a soul around to make her. Why had she come here?
She fidigited with her longer sleeve of her shirt, the sleeve which hid her burned arm and the numbers on her back. Taking a few steps, she tightened her belt, the baggy black pants- no longer so torn though looking rather worn- still hung loose around her waist- her boots scuffed and worn- the neon laces tattered and frayed.
Turning her head, ankle lenth raven braid following the movement, the large silver ring just missing the ground- as it always did. Her schedule in hand, she simply stared at the building.
She worried about Honcho being all alone for the first time in nearly a year- had it been this long already? She continued to stare at the building, unwilling to go in- not a soul around to make her. Why had she come here?
She fidigited with her longer sleeve of her shirt, the sleeve which hid her burned arm and the numbers on her back. Taking a few steps, she tightened her belt, the baggy black pants- no longer so torn though looking rather worn- still hung loose around her waist- her boots scuffed and worn- the neon laces tattered and frayed.
Turning her head, ankle lenth raven braid following the movement, the large silver ring just missing the ground- as it always did. Her schedule in hand, she simply stared at the building.
