The fire ain't burning here anymore
01-01-2014, 10:09 AM
The brute waltzed onto the scene from behind her, so she didn't see him until he was practically pushed up against her. She shuffled away a little, uncomfortable with the close contact. She was about a foot away from him. She studied him, he had strange markings. The man spoke up, "What's a belle like you doing all alone?" she glared at him. She did not like being called a beauty. Even her with her tiny ounce of French, she understood that. It was creepy. "For one Mr... Whoever you are. You seem to have no respect for personal space. And also, for the record, I do not like being called belle." glaring at him, she would finally answer his question. "I am out here because I wanted a trip, so I took a trip from the lands of Valhalla, to the old lands of Valhalla. That okay with you? And there is no danger in me being out alone, I can look after myself." She gave him a cold, hard stare. She was being quick to judge, but the whole, pressing up close and calling her belle, was creeping her out a bit. She waited for his reply, she wanted to run. Get away form the weirdo, but she was too proud for that. Speech, |
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