Post by vanity scarleto. on Nov 19, 2007 17:19:57 GMT -5
[TAG] open to anyone. (post in relationship plot first.)
[w]will cuss here and there
Walking aimlessly around on the sidewalk in the moonlit night, Vanity tried to think of what kind of fun she could do tonight. She was tired of going to the strip club to make fun of the men that actually found pleasure in watching girls in scantly clad clothes dance around on the stage. As she continued to walk, she tried to keep her mind off how cold she was. Colder than normal. Even though she was already part of the living dead, she still felt a small sting coming from the cool-ish air. Stopping under a street lamp, the raven haired girl took a deep breath through her nose and out her mouth. Breathing was indeed still a constant habit that couldn't be broken. Not seeing any puff of warm escape her didn't really concern her mind. It was a normal thing.
She took a couple glances around the area to see where she had ended up. Next to the Laughing Corpse. A place where people who thought they were funny would attempt to do stand up comedy. Her attention was quickly gathered to a new sense. It was a scent that used to be familiar but had been forgotten for years. Hearing a whimper coming from behind her, the girl whirled around to see a puppy. It was a golden brownish puppy. Vanity was one of those people didn't actually despise dogs but she was definitely more of a cat person. Cats were so independent that all she had to do was feed it and clean the litter box. She stood there under the lamp for what seemed to be a long period of time, deciding whether or not she would actually take it with her or leave it.
She bent down and picked it up. It was so small that if it wanted to it could sit in a small teacup. "Aren't you just so cute." she giggled, petting it's stomach. Vanity saw a small, red collar. Ahw, damn! She realized that she couldn't actually keep it. What if he's lost or someone abandoned him? Her mind stayed on that very last thought. "Well, I can't just leave you out here to starve and freeze to death." she stated, putting her index finger over her lips, her sleeve covering half her hand. She stood there thinking about where she could take him.
Light bulb!
The eighteen year old had the perfect idea. Since the dog was so small all she had to do was put him in her pocket and sneak him into the comedy place. She ran a slim pale hand through her hair and started to walk towards the building with the puppy in her hand. Before getting to the front side of the building she took the puppy and put him in front of her face. "Now you be quiet so no one will hear you." she smiled and quietly placed the little dog into her big pocket.
Continuing her journey to the Laughing Corpse, she was impressed on how quiet the dog was. It was almost too quiet, but she couldn't check her pocket until she actually got in. Finally getting in with great relief, Vanity took a seat in the back where it was blacker than night. She place her hand over the body of the her teacup sized friend to make sure it was still alive. "Thank god!" she squeaked loudly. She looked around seeing a few familiar faces and some that weren't recognizeable but yet they seemed to know her somehow. The people around her continued to stare and grimace. Stare and grimace.
[w]will cuss here and there
Walking aimlessly around on the sidewalk in the moonlit night, Vanity tried to think of what kind of fun she could do tonight. She was tired of going to the strip club to make fun of the men that actually found pleasure in watching girls in scantly clad clothes dance around on the stage. As she continued to walk, she tried to keep her mind off how cold she was. Colder than normal. Even though she was already part of the living dead, she still felt a small sting coming from the cool-ish air. Stopping under a street lamp, the raven haired girl took a deep breath through her nose and out her mouth. Breathing was indeed still a constant habit that couldn't be broken. Not seeing any puff of warm escape her didn't really concern her mind. It was a normal thing.
She took a couple glances around the area to see where she had ended up. Next to the Laughing Corpse. A place where people who thought they were funny would attempt to do stand up comedy. Her attention was quickly gathered to a new sense. It was a scent that used to be familiar but had been forgotten for years. Hearing a whimper coming from behind her, the girl whirled around to see a puppy. It was a golden brownish puppy. Vanity was one of those people didn't actually despise dogs but she was definitely more of a cat person. Cats were so independent that all she had to do was feed it and clean the litter box. She stood there under the lamp for what seemed to be a long period of time, deciding whether or not she would actually take it with her or leave it.
She bent down and picked it up. It was so small that if it wanted to it could sit in a small teacup. "Aren't you just so cute." she giggled, petting it's stomach. Vanity saw a small, red collar. Ahw, damn! She realized that she couldn't actually keep it. What if he's lost or someone abandoned him? Her mind stayed on that very last thought. "Well, I can't just leave you out here to starve and freeze to death." she stated, putting her index finger over her lips, her sleeve covering half her hand. She stood there thinking about where she could take him.
Light bulb!
The eighteen year old had the perfect idea. Since the dog was so small all she had to do was put him in her pocket and sneak him into the comedy place. She ran a slim pale hand through her hair and started to walk towards the building with the puppy in her hand. Before getting to the front side of the building she took the puppy and put him in front of her face. "Now you be quiet so no one will hear you." she smiled and quietly placed the little dog into her big pocket.
Continuing her journey to the Laughing Corpse, she was impressed on how quiet the dog was. It was almost too quiet, but she couldn't check her pocket until she actually got in. Finally getting in with great relief, Vanity took a seat in the back where it was blacker than night. She place her hand over the body of the her teacup sized friend to make sure it was still alive. "Thank god!" she squeaked loudly. She looked around seeing a few familiar faces and some that weren't recognizeable but yet they seemed to know her somehow. The people around her continued to stare and grimace. Stare and grimace.
