Post by Tatyana Reverche on Mar 13, 2009 20:24:16 GMT -6
Crossroads was by far the most boring place Tatyana could have been dumped in. Either way, she was here against her will, but she supposed her father always got what he wanted. Course, Taty coming here was several years ago now, but that still didn't change the fact she hated it here. Moving along the little sidewalk streets, Taty tipped her black fedora down over her eyes while her short black hair poked out from the backs and sides. A few of her hairs were actually curling near their ends, as if they wanted to reach up for the sky. Grey furred boots beat against the ground with each step she took as the black soles collected whatever may be below them. Protruding from the boots were black fishnets upon either leg, but her right shin held a dagger strapped along it in a black sheath. Long black jean shorts ruffled around her knees, the shorts being large around her legs but small around her waist as it was hidden beneath her black shirt. Never-the-less, she was wearing a belt around the waist of the shorts, even if no one could see the silver skull clasp upon it. Her shirt held a white skull within the middle with blood red tears dripping from either socket while a black button up shirt rested over the rest. The sleeves upon the shirt were resting wildly around her wrists, since neither of the buttons were set, letting the flaps move with her. Upon the back of the shirt was a bleeding black rose that was sketched so perfectly upon the fabric while the hems of the shirt were stitched with red thread. Letting her brown eyes look around, Taty dragged her tongue over her unpainted lips as she moved along in a slow manner.
It was night time and Taty didn't feel like going to the awful things this placed called clubs. They were far too grotesque to be anything more than dull factories. Sadly, this placed lacked a proper graveyard too, would have been nice to stroll through one of those rather than aimlessly upon the streets. No matter that fact, Taty just hoped to find something of interest so she didn't have to go home with no tales to tell.
It was night time and Taty didn't feel like going to the awful things this placed called clubs. They were far too grotesque to be anything more than dull factories. Sadly, this placed lacked a proper graveyard too, would have been nice to stroll through one of those rather than aimlessly upon the streets. No matter that fact, Taty just hoped to find something of interest so she didn't have to go home with no tales to tell.
