Post by Nekayne on Jul 19, 2010 16:26:24 GMT -5
It was becoming impossible to hastily pass through the streets. Cars were lined up in heavy, slow traffic and parked along the sides of the streets, most illegally. The night time crowd of Des Soma were milling about the sidewalks at their own leisurely pace, happily and drunkenly chatting with whoever they happened to have in their company. The street lights kept the city out of darkness and instead flooded the sky with light pollution, though it seemed like no one walking about seemed to care. Well, everyone except for the crazy guy who shouts on the corner outside of Stop-n-Shop about the environment and global warming.
The silver haired woman was quickly pursuing a man she had encountered at the bar she was once calmly situated at. Her calamity was broken when he approached her to talk, but she insulted him. In his drunken stupor, he had swung a beer bottle at her and struck her across the face. Seeing now that she was pissed and that the bar tender was ready to call the police, he took off - though the woman was not at ease after wards and made her quick pursuit.
However, he seemed to have escaped from her in the crowds of the warm summer night. She walked quickly, pushing past people without mumbling apology which left them to slander her underneath their breath or to their friends. Her head was raised and her liquid-like blood red eyes darted to and fro, trying to catch sight of the man.
He was gone.
The woman let out a frustrated sigh. Even if she could get a couple shots at his grotesque face she would have been mildly satisfied. Now she was left standing near a lamp post on the sidewalk with a displeased expression on her pale face that how had deep open cuts, though no blood poured from them. She only hoped that no one else would confront her in a manner even partially close to the way the man did, or else all that pent up anger would be unleashed on them.
Though who could confront this woman in the first place? She was dressed in nothing but black - black skinny jeans tucked into over-the-knee heeled leather boots, a black halter coming partially over her hips and dipping a little low on her chest, and a simple leather strap around her neck. A silver phoenix pendant hung from around her neck in the space between her collar and neckline, silver hoops dangled from each ear, a couple bangles chimed from her right hand and a silver ring wrapped around her middle finger of the same hand. Add in the pale skin, silver hair, red eyes, cuts on her face, and cold demeanor - you come out with something you would definitely avoid in a lone alley.
The silver haired woman was quickly pursuing a man she had encountered at the bar she was once calmly situated at. Her calamity was broken when he approached her to talk, but she insulted him. In his drunken stupor, he had swung a beer bottle at her and struck her across the face. Seeing now that she was pissed and that the bar tender was ready to call the police, he took off - though the woman was not at ease after wards and made her quick pursuit.
However, he seemed to have escaped from her in the crowds of the warm summer night. She walked quickly, pushing past people without mumbling apology which left them to slander her underneath their breath or to their friends. Her head was raised and her liquid-like blood red eyes darted to and fro, trying to catch sight of the man.
He was gone.
The woman let out a frustrated sigh. Even if she could get a couple shots at his grotesque face she would have been mildly satisfied. Now she was left standing near a lamp post on the sidewalk with a displeased expression on her pale face that how had deep open cuts, though no blood poured from them. She only hoped that no one else would confront her in a manner even partially close to the way the man did, or else all that pent up anger would be unleashed on them.
Though who could confront this woman in the first place? She was dressed in nothing but black - black skinny jeans tucked into over-the-knee heeled leather boots, a black halter coming partially over her hips and dipping a little low on her chest, and a simple leather strap around her neck. A silver phoenix pendant hung from around her neck in the space between her collar and neckline, silver hoops dangled from each ear, a couple bangles chimed from her right hand and a silver ring wrapped around her middle finger of the same hand. Add in the pale skin, silver hair, red eyes, cuts on her face, and cold demeanor - you come out with something you would definitely avoid in a lone alley.