Maybe. Maybe Not.
03-09-2014, 02:57 PM
She had been minding her own business when the woman's voice filled her ears. She smiled, who was this? She kept on walking, almost as if she was going to ignore the woman. After a short pause she spoke, "Yes, I hate it. And my coat is not exactly perfect for this weather." She kept on going in her straight line before pivoting sharply to face her. She was a beauty. Swathed in grey, black and white. She moved with an agile grace towards the woman, wanting to know her purpose. She stopped, quite close to the grey beauty. Bi-coloured orbs sweeping over her figure. Assessing her. "What brings the damsel out here?" She said a smile upon her lips. Completely fake, but it had been perfected. The look that would normally symbolise love and warmth was nothing. An empty shell that looked real. But she was just an empty shell. Incapable of love or affection. People were her toys, her playthings. And that was what she needed right now. A bit of fun. And this woman looked perfect. "Speech" |