Post by karva on Apr 23, 2012 19:48:26 GMT -5
There was a slight chill in the late night air it was January, and the light filled the streets. As Karva walked down the gaslamp district in down town she could not help but look at the bars and clubs as she walked past. The walk way was filled with people and the sound of music floated along in the air. The smell of exhaust from the vehicles and food that the restaurants were cooking filled the air. As people walked past her the strong odder of perfume filled the air and sometimes the mixture caused her to make an strange expression on her face.
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Karva had a black shirt that was beaded, an interesting tattered designed skirt with red stocking on, and black combat boots with a dagger hidden inside of them. Her long blue hair was pulled back and put into chopsticks in her hair to keep the wind from blowing it in her face. As she walked along she listened to the people talk and all the sounds of the city. She hated people, but what scared her the most was when people took notice of her. She kept thinking to her self, "I am sure no one will bother you, blue hair is not uncommon out here in the big city I am sure of it."
Soon she came across a bar called Whiskey Girl, and although there were many people inside the smell of food and laughter made her want to go in and watch. She slowly walked in and took a seat at the corner of the bar and watched the room with a soft smile upon her soft pink lips that seemed to make her blue eyes glow with contentment. She always enjoyed watching people, and for some reason drunk people made her giggle from time to time.
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Skirt
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Karva had a black shirt that was beaded, an interesting tattered designed skirt with red stocking on, and black combat boots with a dagger hidden inside of them. Her long blue hair was pulled back and put into chopsticks in her hair to keep the wind from blowing it in her face. As she walked along she listened to the people talk and all the sounds of the city. She hated people, but what scared her the most was when people took notice of her. She kept thinking to her self, "I am sure no one will bother you, blue hair is not uncommon out here in the big city I am sure of it."
Soon she came across a bar called Whiskey Girl, and although there were many people inside the smell of food and laughter made her want to go in and watch. She slowly walked in and took a seat at the corner of the bar and watched the room with a soft smile upon her soft pink lips that seemed to make her blue eyes glow with contentment. She always enjoyed watching people, and for some reason drunk people made her giggle from time to time.
