Post by Lindsey on Sept 7, 2007 20:15:27 GMT -5
Tricky Ricky. T.R. Bitch. Monster. Ricki. Rickxia. The many names of an impossibly elegant figure, deceivingly innocent and fresh-faced. A twisted smile played up the young woman's girlish features as she strolled through the dark graveyard, hands swaying loosely at her sides. She seemed completely relaxed walking past the tombstones in the dead of night, as if this was a regular sort of thing, dark eyes fixed on the cloudless sky above. It really was one of those nights, the type that rivals Van Gogh's Starry Night, hundreds of stars littering the dark velvety sky. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, but she reveled in it nonetheless.
It was cold, the goosebumps on her oddly iridescent skin proving it. She was either unphased or uncaring because she seemed comfortable in the black dress she was wearing, which couldn't have been much thicker than silk. She certainly had a supernatural quality to her, right down to the way she walked. Incredibly light on her feet, gliding more than anything across the grassy lawns of the cemetery, even more impressing when one noted the fact that she was wearing black leather boots with a good five inch heel. Shoes aside, she was an impressive height, long glossy black hair finishing off her look of sheer sophistication. Only those big eyes like saucers and the dirt under her finger nails begged to differ.
When Ricki found herself in the older section of the graveyard, the part nearer to the road, she finally pulled her eyes away from the sky. A look of revulsion spread across her pretty face at the sight of the street lamps across the road, muttering something softly under her breath. Brushing a long strand of hair off her cheek she turned to examining the tombstones, the older, somewhat decaying ones. She scoured over dates, a woman obsessed. Ricki Everett was looking for something, or someone.
ooc| Not going to defend my lack of writing skills. =/
I really do need to get better in all aspects of my writing. Ho hum.
It was cold, the goosebumps on her oddly iridescent skin proving it. She was either unphased or uncaring because she seemed comfortable in the black dress she was wearing, which couldn't have been much thicker than silk. She certainly had a supernatural quality to her, right down to the way she walked. Incredibly light on her feet, gliding more than anything across the grassy lawns of the cemetery, even more impressing when one noted the fact that she was wearing black leather boots with a good five inch heel. Shoes aside, she was an impressive height, long glossy black hair finishing off her look of sheer sophistication. Only those big eyes like saucers and the dirt under her finger nails begged to differ.
When Ricki found herself in the older section of the graveyard, the part nearer to the road, she finally pulled her eyes away from the sky. A look of revulsion spread across her pretty face at the sight of the street lamps across the road, muttering something softly under her breath. Brushing a long strand of hair off her cheek she turned to examining the tombstones, the older, somewhat decaying ones. She scoured over dates, a woman obsessed. Ricki Everett was looking for something, or someone.
ooc| Not going to defend my lack of writing skills. =/
I really do need to get better in all aspects of my writing. Ho hum.
