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Posted on May 26, 2010 at 01:14:04 PM by Charlotte
 Yes, yes you are right. That person-shaped shadow turned into a person-shaped person within a matter of seconds that limps along with bare feet and a shredded dress following the smell of a cigarette. Charlotte’s gray, gray-gray eyes are almost incandescent with the way the light streams in from window to window. She walks the hallway slowly, cautiously, and as quietly as possible almost stalking with as much felinity as possible. “I smell smoke.” Her voice sounds like smoke; hair, looks like smoke—eyes…looks like smoke, the milk white skin clashing with the 39 or so birds tattooed along her exposed neckline and shoulders. She’s not here to do anything more than try and bum a cigarette off this guy of course, but, for spontaneous plot’s sake, we’ll just say she’ll try to make as many friends in this mad world as she can. Blake can either be a complete psycho or he can be someone who makes sense – he could be both but she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know anything about these people. That’s why she says what she says now. “I met a boy with a talking wolf and an army guy with a giant lion. Right now you are the most normal looking person I’ve seen but I’m pretty sure I have that assumption completely wrong.” Slowly, slowly-slowly she continues to approach, the cool gray of her eyes more silver like the metal than an iris—but that’s not the important part at all, the important part is seeing if he’ll be awesome enough to give her a cigarette. There’s only one thing left to do. She straightens, smiles, and reaches out to shake his hand – if he’ll have it. Do they shake hands in Shaman or is it some offensive gesture? Charlotte only now thinks about it as she introduces herself now. “Tweet. Charlotte Tweet. Just got here about…” Oh what the hell, what time she got here has nothing to do with anything right now. Get on with it already Tweet. “Can I...can I bum one off of you? A smoke, that is.” And so she does. Charlotte Tweet So we did make love. Is that what you're calling it? …this is probably just another one of those cry-for-help things. |
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- See I'm trying to find my place, btu I'm not sure if here I feel safe... - By Blake May 30, 2010 at 02:55:40 PM
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