<font color=green size=-2>x. Failing .x</font> -- RD Present: Caf� Brio

Coming from the darkness, the minx stepped into the light proivded from the lodge. It was just like her timing to arive in the middle of the night. She supposed it wasn't her fault, her train had been backed up, and it took forever to drive here. Plus the fact that she had gotten lost probably didn't help her timing. But that was all in the past, who cared? She was here now, and for the moment she was staying. Physically exhausted, she really had no idea where she was going. Her vibrant red and orange hair was madly placed it random ways all around her crain. It hadn't been set right for a while, and she didn't have time to care about it. The messy look was in nowadays anyways wasn't it? Tightning her grip on the handle of her suitcase, she walked forwards. How long would it take to meet someone? She wasn't really looking for someone or anything, but it would be nice if someone came to talk to her. Who doesn't like that? It's always nice to know you're well-liked. Of course, Desiree had always been well-liked, so it didn't bother her at all if she was or wasn't. In her mind she was, and that's all that mattered. Closing her eyes she just inhaled. Taking in the scent she shuddered softly. This was the scent of her new life. To bad it wasn't more attractive.

x. The Girl .x Desiree Faxon
x. The Age .x 19
x. The Colour .x Pale with red hair
x. The Breed .x Human
x. The Sight .x Green

x. The Puppeteer .x Steff
x. The Contact .x steff_panda@hotmail.com
x. The IM .x MSN Messnger