Nov 20, 2018 23:17:42 GMT -6
Post by Elizabeth Chastain on Nov 20, 2018 23:17:42 GMT -6
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She went out in the day time. [break][break]
That's right, folks. The vampiress went out in the middle of the day. The sun's light was pounding down, enough to make the girl sweat up a storm in spite of the fairly pleasant breeze that rushed by. Often time, she would purposely come here for a cup of joe paired with some sort of bread or.. Biscuit. She could have said baguette, but that would really be pushing her French roots. The brunette girl quickly scuttles into the shop, both hands clutched around the hook of her parasol as she quickly closes it up before the shade of the store envelops her figure to save her from the sun. [break][break]
Now.. She wasn't going to be burning to death in the sun, but with her pale skin, she'd be able to contract a sun burn if anything in a matter of seconds. Perhaps the only thing that kept her under the radar from other humans was the amount of skin-colored concealer she put on. Sure, it would do a number on her skin and pores.. She was already undead anyways, right? Surely, there'll be no repercussions so long as she took care. [break][break]
... Speaking of which, she was slightly worried only because the mirror never gave her an idea of what she looked like in the day - what with not being able to see her own reflection. Deep, crimson eyes glare downwards to the ground out of pure distaste and subtle irritation at the reminder, but she keeps a point to maintain a relatively less scary scowl on her face. After all, her sister.. Always told her to keep a nice face. Make some new friends, try to talk to some people this year. The only issue she has with that, is that people talk too much. Their chatter gives her a migraine, even more than the topics that finds their ways to everyone's lips. [break][break]
It was easier to isolate herself. [break][break]
Elizabeth makes smooth strides over to the counter, idly pulling her phone up with one hand while using her other hand to press against the tiled floor. Her thumb flicks through the feed of photos and captions, scanning each post without a need to analyze the details. More specifically.. They were pictures of hair styles and.. Other things regarding hair. Different styles, mess ups in cutting and the like. Sometimes, she'd even snicker at the (stupid) mistakes that some people made. [break][break]
The Vampiress continues to kill off her time on her phone until her ears perk up, eyes snapping back to glare at the individual behind them, from the corner of her eyes to voice her clear disdain. "... Do you mind? Please stop looking at my phone."
She went out in the day time. [break][break]
That's right, folks. The vampiress went out in the middle of the day. The sun's light was pounding down, enough to make the girl sweat up a storm in spite of the fairly pleasant breeze that rushed by. Often time, she would purposely come here for a cup of joe paired with some sort of bread or.. Biscuit. She could have said baguette, but that would really be pushing her French roots. The brunette girl quickly scuttles into the shop, both hands clutched around the hook of her parasol as she quickly closes it up before the shade of the store envelops her figure to save her from the sun. [break][break]
Now.. She wasn't going to be burning to death in the sun, but with her pale skin, she'd be able to contract a sun burn if anything in a matter of seconds. Perhaps the only thing that kept her under the radar from other humans was the amount of skin-colored concealer she put on. Sure, it would do a number on her skin and pores.. She was already undead anyways, right? Surely, there'll be no repercussions so long as she took care. [break][break]
... Speaking of which, she was slightly worried only because the mirror never gave her an idea of what she looked like in the day - what with not being able to see her own reflection. Deep, crimson eyes glare downwards to the ground out of pure distaste and subtle irritation at the reminder, but she keeps a point to maintain a relatively less scary scowl on her face. After all, her sister.. Always told her to keep a nice face. Make some new friends, try to talk to some people this year. The only issue she has with that, is that people talk too much. Their chatter gives her a migraine, even more than the topics that finds their ways to everyone's lips. [break][break]
It was easier to isolate herself. [break][break]
Elizabeth makes smooth strides over to the counter, idly pulling her phone up with one hand while using her other hand to press against the tiled floor. Her thumb flicks through the feed of photos and captions, scanning each post without a need to analyze the details. More specifically.. They were pictures of hair styles and.. Other things regarding hair. Different styles, mess ups in cutting and the like. Sometimes, she'd even snicker at the (stupid) mistakes that some people made. [break][break]
The Vampiress continues to kill off her time on her phone until her ears perk up, eyes snapping back to glare at the individual behind them, from the corner of her eyes to voice her clear disdain. "... Do you mind? Please stop looking at my phone."
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