Post by Charlotte Emiline Smith on Jul 6, 2011 21:04:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 6 6 6 6px; background-image: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/ngwn6b.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border: 2px #F2EFEB solid;] you just stand still , and look pretty. TAGGED: Lotte, Open WORDS: 758 OUTFIT: x NOTES: Feel free to post!(: The rains pitter-patter wasn’t a disturbance to the girl who seemed locked in her own little trance, the reflection had caught her eye in the puddle. It was her, for she recognized the blonde hair and brown eyes; but the most recognizable feature in her opinion was the wild look that lingered there. It was that ambitious glare that was to blame for all of her successes and failures alike. Her hands clung to the umbrella that hung forbiddingly over her petite frame, and for a moment she continued to stare transfixed into the puddle before a smile broke her features. What was it she had seen in the puddle to make her smile? It wasn’t the prettiest of smiles and something under the surface almost seemed like a cold sneer, but all the same it fit her features which were oddly sweet even surrounded by a cruel creature such as herself. Her cruelty was her revenge, but she wasn’t all bad; only if you were on the wrong side. She was one of those girls, the ones that had everything and were impossibly lucky; but there was tragedy in her life thus the reason she was another rider of nowhere other than Damaged Soul. All made-up in waterproof beauty products, she strolled forward her foot, clad in a rain boot, dragged through the puddle where her image had been. And then she picked up her pace, sprinting across the park and stopping in a nearby puddle. The water sprayed up her legs, splashing with a cold intensity against her slender leg. A short laugh escaped from her pretty mouth and split the unceasing chatter of the rain for a few heartbeats. Her parade continued and a child-like essence seemed to stir inside of her, as she leaped from puddle to puddle. The girl dropped her umbrella but seemed not to be in a hurry to pick it up, as she left it abandoned on the cobblestone sidewalk running around the park’s perimeter. Laughing as she went, a genuine smile stealing the spot of the cruel former one, the girl continued for a good five minutes. The rain continued to drench the girl as she went, an incessant flurry of motion as she darted around the park kicking water up all around her. Was she concerned if anyone saw her? Not so much, she could easily defend herself besides, who didn’t enjoy a little fun every once and a while? The story of the girl who flirted around the park was something that was whispered around the halls of a Californian private school, but a hushed secret to the rest of the world. It was her story and she would likely take it to grave, for fear of dually shaming her family once more. She glittered in diamonds and smooth, high quality fabric even when she was soaked, and her wealth was obvious but there was a deeper element to the girl whose foolish dancing would be sure to attract attention. A sort of broken art was being practiced as she leaped and twisted from one puddle to the next, although there was no outward sadness she bore it within her soul but the girl was determined to keep it buried deep within her, no need to let anyone know she was weak. She hit the ground, the water once again splashing against her sodden skin, and then stopped her hands moving in a fashion like a ballerina. Any on looker would think she was about to perform some beautiful pose, posing her hands like the dainty dancers she had been amongst when she was younger but she merely pulled on the fabric of her coat then her hands fell limp. Maybe she would dance again, maybe not. It would take time. She smiled now and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, leaving her brown eyes free to look over the drenched landscape of the park. A sigh spilled from her pink-stained lips and then she was at ease, still retaining the composure that a dancer would harness. Were there more puddles that she had yet to tread in? This bout of energy wasn’t quite over but for a moment the girl stood under the rain and just watched her breath fall out into the colder air and then seem to melt at the touch of the rain drops. A few bars of some song came out in hushed hum from her vocal chords, and tranquility once again seemed to wrap around her. |
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