Post by Chloë Delacroix on Jun 21, 2009 19:07:25 GMT -5
Long, thick black hair blew lightly in the wind of the evening, blowing away Chloë's ever comforting bangs. Her dark eyes flickered as she found herself pulling them back in front of her face. What are you doing Chloë? It's not gonna harm you to show your eyes. The voice in her head was calm yet teasing. She sighed and dropped her hand from face. She smirked at herself and shook her head. "What has happened to me?" She spoke aloud but not too loud as she cackled to herself.
Today was no different than any other day for the Delacroix. She wore dark was skinny jeans, with boots a pink button up shirt and a nice black vest. Although, as of the late, Chloë had definitely toned down her wardrobe. Hopefully, she thought, this is just a phase. Her dark eyes flickered as she wandered aimlessly throughout the alley. She tucked her hands in her back pockets as she gazed at the passing people, wondering what they were doing and where they were going, and most importantly, what they were thinking of her.
She sighed softly to herself as she sauntered over to a bench and sat, crossing her legs. She giggled lightly to herself, still watching the people. They stared at her, eying her like she was a child (thanks to her lovely 4'9" height), and she gave a crooked smile making most of them turn away, with few returning it. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head, making silent comments to herself.
