A young woman wandered the dark street, snow forming in massive streaks in her jet black hair. Huge gray eyes gazed about unwarily, blinking at the tall, blinding streetlamps. The sky was the cold hue of molten steel, the moon hiding somewhere in the gloomy sheets of cloud. Still the snowflakes continued falling, collecting on her thick eyelashes and momentarily dizzying her. A pale, peach hand gripped the wall of a nearby building in an attempt to grow steady, rosy lips pursed into what could be misconstrued as a frown. Her moon-shaped face was flushed pink with the chill; the girl was very nearly beautiful except for some hidden malice circling ‘round her eyes.
She wore a simple untucked polka-dotted white blouse, flared black slacks fluting down to weatherbeaten neon green combat boots. The girl had the semblance of a 20’s pop star, although she was anything but. Daisy wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep for a good six days or so…she’d been known to do that constantly. From watching so many years go by, from seeing so many things happen without her intrusion, Lilly had gained the name ‘pushover’. She was supposedly sweet, supposedly kind and gentle and celibate—rather like the Virgin mother.
Supposedly.
She seriously wanted to ruin the lives of those who had stared the rumors…but damn, Lil didn’t find the task worth expelling the effort. Finally she’d managed to leave the house, and the glowing, pleasant hum of her computer…finally she’d gotten outside.
The word ‘outside’ has many meanings, at least to Lilly. It could mean outside a room, outside of yourself like those odd television psychics…but to her, it meant a piece of freedom just out of reach, so close you can taste it but something you can’t touch. Like when you watch your mother pouring Equal into her coffee, and the sugar forms a cloud that goes up into your nostrils although you get no flavor whatsoever. It was annoying to be outside so late, as well. There was no other time to wander, the girl presumed…
She wasn’t asking for much. Not –really-. Finally Lil found a chestnut colored bench, and promptly sat down. Relaxation was something she could possibly muster for a while…
OoC| -bump- Must. RP.
*dies*
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He was silent, letting the world pass him by like any other time. He stared normally at the ground, he red lips clutching onto a damp cigarette. Hastily he put his hand to his forehead and pushed his bangs back. His fingernails where painted black. Probably something that happens while at his drunken stage. In the center of his nails was white out… creating a little dot on each nail. Pinching the cigarette, he drew it from his chapped lips. Running his tongue over his dried lips he looked about, away from the ground. His feet kicked at the ground, mixing what there was of dirt and snow. Replacing the cigarette he scratched the side of his nose with his knuckle. People passed, generally looking cold, and yet he bothered not to protect himself from the bitterness he didn’t feel. Pressing himself along the wall, he tried to make himself unnoticed, but he doubted that anyone even looking at him.
Soon enough his bangs feel back down in front of his face. But this time he bothered not to push them back, he just plainly stood there… ignoring everyone around him.
