Post by Rowan Amber on Aug 2, 2012 2:07:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a18565; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Living in a shell With no soul [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #532624; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 300px; color: #7f6250;]"I didn't ask for this, you know. None of it was what I asked for. So why do you keep questioning me about it?" Her voice was cold and collected, even through the warm summer air, it still felt like a cold chilly winter of New York. It was the thoughts of snow and the coldness she felt that made her feel like she was; cold and freezing, when really her skin could not feel the warmth of the humid New Orleans' night air. She stood next to the tombstone in her khaki black shorts as they were so called, with a purple plaid rolled up sleeve shirt, in what her daughtered labeled as the coolest shoes on the planet; purple cord slip on TOMS shoes. She had her signature gold owl necklace around her pale smooth neck. Any scars that were on her neck came after she was turned, there wouldn't be any bite marks on there. Her turning was done by her wrist, she remembered that part before being sucked into what Xavier labeled the Depths of Hell. Her hand was wrapped around a white stick that came out in sections, almost like a camera tripod's legs did. With the stick pressing into the ground, the young vampire waited while the old one went about his business as to why he had summoned her to the cemetery when she knew full well that with him, it always meant trouble. With her blonde hair set in curls, Rowan looked like she was ready for a date. Only there wasn't a date and there wasn't anyone there for her. How she managed to get to cemetery on her own, was a mystery in her own right, but with the practice that was being put to use, she found her way by sound and the time it took to get to one place without the guidance of a nine or ten year old. What was she thinking? How long had it been since she celebrated a birthday for her daughter? She couldn't even remember the child's age and she was her mother. Rowan felt a pain of guilt for not remembering a child's age. Returning to the matter at hand, it was time to figure out what was going on with Soren. Why did he ask for her? What was so important that he had to ask her to come to the cemetery tonight of all nights? Was he worried something was going to happen that he wouldn't have time to speak his mind to her? Rowan was terrified of the man from what he tried to do during the Holidays. She had reasons and standing there ever so still, had only made her cautious as to what was going on that was so important that a blind woman had to find her way to a cemetery at three in the morning. What was this six hundred twenty-five year old vampire planning? |
STARRING: Soren Rask| OUTFIT: Here| LOCATION: Lafeyette |
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