midnight cigarette [open]

[ombre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/ea5ncojpg.png); width: 420px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10; border: #363636 solid 2px;] tearing love apart, It was an oddly warm evening for saying it was November. Perhaps more so considering the fact that the last winter she’d seen had been all the way up in Toronto. It was there that she’d decided if you weren’t wading through feet of snow, you weren’t doing winter right. She’d made a couple of snowmen, on her own of course, and stayed at home with s’mores and a roaring fire. By s’more she meant a bag of small, cheap marshmallows that tasted like burnt plastic. By roaring fire she meant a waste paper basket full of unpaid bills she’d wanted to get rid of, huddling in as many of her clothes as she could. Once again the bastards had cut off her heating over the matter of a couple of months’ delay in payment. Despite all of this, she doubted that it had taken away from the wondrous moment. She took them when she could and improvised with what she had. She doubted highly that she’d be so appreciative of a bin bonfire here. Indeed, she’d headed out that night armed with nothing but a white tank top and shorts. She’d pushed her luck however, finally buckling and donning a zip up hoodie she’d taken just in case. Violet was rather simple in her tastes, living her days in t-shirts and jeans. Nothing fancy, nothing attention-seeking. She disliked people too much to wear something that might attract attention. She liked passing unnoticed. Nothing to see here, just an average passerby- nothing special at all. This park had been said to be lively with artists and she was curious to see just what she was competing with. Perhaps next time she went she’d talk to them, she snorted quietly in amusement. Things seemed funnier when you said them. Violet was sure that there would be more people present earlier on in the day. As it was it was fairly empty, she headed away from the midnight minglers and toward somewhere more quiet and secluded. Few ventured out late at night but cheap board meant cheap walls. The blonde could hear everything that occurred in the bedroom next to her and as sure as she was that certain people were having a blast- she couldn’t sleep. Violet tended to live far below her means, not that they were much to begin with, so she could afford to move as often as she did. It was at times like this that she wished she stayed in one place, worked toward a decent job and stopped hopping between locations. However, she began to feel antsy and perhaps a little paranoid when staying in one place too long; it was just far too static. It felt wrong. She refused to be a part of such strange habits. The grass rustled gently beneath her feet as she walked, stopping much as she did. A cigarette soon found its way between her lips, a flame soon appearing as she lit up. Quickly shoving her lighter and pack back into one of her pockets. There was a quick sharp intake of breath and her eyes spaced out, standing like that for a couple of moments before she was released. She caught the smell of cigarettes, the faint rustling of leaves and in a blur was brought back to reality. A long slow breath was let out and she looked down to the wasted cigarette, the psychic obviously not impressed she’d lost it. Over such an irritatingly unhelpful vision to take the biscuit. Repeating the process again quickly, she moved on quickly hoping to leave the vision far behind much like the unsmoked cigarette. words; 606/ tagged; anyone really. i figured i’d just get a post out there. it's not the best but hopefully it will improve. c:

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[Réli Kain]

Réli truly loved this quarter of New Orleans. A little slice of home. Not her current home, or even her childhood home. Just that 'home' that people talk about when they get all starry eyed and reminiscent. It reminded her of her mother, and the rest of her pack. But her mother most of all (for reasons obvious to those who knew the alpha consort). Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath of oddly warm November air and shivered her body to adjust to the temperature. She absent mindedly rubbed a bare upper arm and looked up at the sky from under her hood.

It was a weird winter. She was used to warm winters, sort of, having been away from her birth home for a few years now. But Russia was cold in mid-Summer, no matter Winter, so even a hint of warmth felt a bit off to her. As it was, she felt very comfortable in her short-sleeved ensemble, though not comfortable enough to not wear full-length jeans. She enjoyed the night, no matter how late and ignored the little crowds still out and about.

The grass crunched under her feet as she strolled. A small frown graced Réli's face as she looked up at the moon. Just more to remind her of home. She stopped that nostalgic train of thought before it started to mist up and ran over a few training exercises in her mind. Quickfoot: Stay on your toes, the ball of a human's foot is the same as most mammal's toes, thus making a human light-footed. Sharp eye: A human's pupil doesn't automatically contract and expand according to available light, you must manually do so using your eyelids thus giving your human self greater eye sight.


((Not as long as it could be and certainly not compared to yours, but I hope it does the job well enough.))