Post by leila on May 13, 2011 15:30:57 GMT -5
Leila Rebecca Vixen was bored. And when she was bored, she usually had a few solutions. A few were impossible right that moment, thanks to the fact that it wasn’t time for work yet, and a few she just didn’t feel like. Work was later that night, and she knew she wouldn’t be bored anymore once that hit, but before that she was stuck and bored. Fuck. And it wasn’t like she was stuck in bed at all, she was entirely healed currently, her back was perfectly smooth like she hadn’t gotten it cut up just a few nights ago. It was wonderful, having healers around. So she couldn’t do that which sucked eggs if you asked her. Hence why she had bugged a friend of hers and taken to one of her other favorite things to do when she was bored as all fuck.
She had been laying in bed prior to this decision, just staring up at the ceiling. Doing absolutely nothing. Her giant lime green headphones were blasting music into her ears that she didn’t really hear. And her feet were kicking to the beat she felt more than heard. Fuck, she was so damn bored. There was something wrong with that. The icy eyed girl could never sit still, and the idea of sitting still never sat well with her. It made her want to run and fidget all over the place and just….go wild. It was better than doing nothing. But she had to be good to her body for a few more hours.
So she had decided to work at something else. Something that would, hopefully, cause no strain to her body what so ever. She pulled off her giant shirt which was the only thing she had on and padded over to her dresser in bare feet. She had to admit, this place had better shit then her place back home. In fact, this place was a lot better than that old shit hole she used to call home, that was why she was perfectly fine to chill out here unlike those other fucking whiners that went nuts and demanded to be let out. What was the point in that? Here things were provided for you and shit, she was more than happy to chill out here. Even if she was just a human among supernaturals. No one seemed to figure out that little fact just yet, and she was happy to keep it to herself. Fake caster and all.
She pulled out the first things that came to her hands, almost like magic. She snickered a bit at her own joke. Yeah, magic was right. She was so magical. She rolled her eyes and pulled out the stuff she had found, pulling it on without bothering about a bra. She didn’t really need one anyway and it was warm out so she would doubt anyone would actually notice her lack of one. The loose black shirt that hung off one shoulder read “sinner” in bright red letters. Now wasn’t that the truth? A pair of black panties and black jeans that were torn beyond recognition were slid on next, though she had to jump a little to get them up over her ass. Oh well.
She was hot either way. She grinned a bit and that was when she shot her lovely friend Lightning a text to meet her on the vampy side of town, the clothing shop to be exact. She didn't inform said friend exactly what she was going to be doing there. Didn't want to spaz her out. Vix was bored, and she intended to fix this boredom somehow that was fun to her. And that meant she was heading to the shops. Fuck yes.
Vix shook her head, pulling her headphones back into place as she left the house. Her housemates were goddess only knew where, and she found that she didn’t give enough of a damn to find out. She was happily leaving this place for now, and she figured they could all do their own thing. They weren’t each other’s keepers, they just lived together that was all. She didn’t need to keep track of them. She shook her head and left the place she had to live. Down to the Fang District it was.
It was an easy enough walk, she didn’t look like she was going to cause trouble, so the Wardens ignored her. She hardly ever looked like she was going to cause trouble. Until she did. Like today. The normal people of the world may have thought she was going to Gothic Nightmare to shop. Hell, Lightning probably thought she was going there to shop. And in a sense she was. She was just going to use her five finger discount to do so. Which was why she had her giant skelanimal bag slung over her shoulder. It tended to come in handy hiding things when her clothes were tight as sin. She just liked to amuse herself, see how much she could get away with taking before the Wardens caught on. And then see how long she could run away from them before the caught her.
She was holding up a shirt to herself in the mirror when she heard someone come up behind her. Whirling around, she faced the other girl. ”What’cha think? Steal-worthy?” she asked with a wicked grin.
Words: 934
Muse: Had it, then it died
She had been laying in bed prior to this decision, just staring up at the ceiling. Doing absolutely nothing. Her giant lime green headphones were blasting music into her ears that she didn’t really hear. And her feet were kicking to the beat she felt more than heard. Fuck, she was so damn bored. There was something wrong with that. The icy eyed girl could never sit still, and the idea of sitting still never sat well with her. It made her want to run and fidget all over the place and just….go wild. It was better than doing nothing. But she had to be good to her body for a few more hours.
So she had decided to work at something else. Something that would, hopefully, cause no strain to her body what so ever. She pulled off her giant shirt which was the only thing she had on and padded over to her dresser in bare feet. She had to admit, this place had better shit then her place back home. In fact, this place was a lot better than that old shit hole she used to call home, that was why she was perfectly fine to chill out here unlike those other fucking whiners that went nuts and demanded to be let out. What was the point in that? Here things were provided for you and shit, she was more than happy to chill out here. Even if she was just a human among supernaturals. No one seemed to figure out that little fact just yet, and she was happy to keep it to herself. Fake caster and all.
She pulled out the first things that came to her hands, almost like magic. She snickered a bit at her own joke. Yeah, magic was right. She was so magical. She rolled her eyes and pulled out the stuff she had found, pulling it on without bothering about a bra. She didn’t really need one anyway and it was warm out so she would doubt anyone would actually notice her lack of one. The loose black shirt that hung off one shoulder read “sinner” in bright red letters. Now wasn’t that the truth? A pair of black panties and black jeans that were torn beyond recognition were slid on next, though she had to jump a little to get them up over her ass. Oh well.
She was hot either way. She grinned a bit and that was when she shot her lovely friend Lightning a text to meet her on the vampy side of town, the clothing shop to be exact. She didn't inform said friend exactly what she was going to be doing there. Didn't want to spaz her out. Vix was bored, and she intended to fix this boredom somehow that was fun to her. And that meant she was heading to the shops. Fuck yes.
Vix shook her head, pulling her headphones back into place as she left the house. Her housemates were goddess only knew where, and she found that she didn’t give enough of a damn to find out. She was happily leaving this place for now, and she figured they could all do their own thing. They weren’t each other’s keepers, they just lived together that was all. She didn’t need to keep track of them. She shook her head and left the place she had to live. Down to the Fang District it was.
It was an easy enough walk, she didn’t look like she was going to cause trouble, so the Wardens ignored her. She hardly ever looked like she was going to cause trouble. Until she did. Like today. The normal people of the world may have thought she was going to Gothic Nightmare to shop. Hell, Lightning probably thought she was going there to shop. And in a sense she was. She was just going to use her five finger discount to do so. Which was why she had her giant skelanimal bag slung over her shoulder. It tended to come in handy hiding things when her clothes were tight as sin. She just liked to amuse herself, see how much she could get away with taking before the Wardens caught on. And then see how long she could run away from them before the caught her.
She was holding up a shirt to herself in the mirror when she heard someone come up behind her. Whirling around, she faced the other girl. ”What’cha think? Steal-worthy?” she asked with a wicked grin.
Words: 934
Muse: Had it, then it died