A bit lost. (open,reading)
Jan 19, 2009 20:22:32 GMT -5
Post by BeyondSaving on Jan 19, 2009 20:22:32 GMT -5
OCC:feel free to post in first or second,reading of my bio would be appreciated.
Nikita was angered. Another year, another set of soon to be corpses that will be sent home to their families.....to those who have them. Nikita would have gladly volunteered for the reaping, she was tired of always being the nice one. Her family left her, she had never known love. She had heard of the spoils that were provided before each game, just to eat that well once...would be worth dying for. Although she did have some pride,so there was no way she'd go down without a fight. There would surely be remorse for those families though, she knew that. Niki couldn't just kill and feel okay bout it.
As she was rummaging through some dump, her train of thought was lost and she had snapped out of her little daydream of horror and gore that would surely come for her sooner or later.She got out of the trash can. Her hair had been held back by one hand to keep it neat. As she arose from her slouched position, she let it go, to cascade down to her waist. Even in such a place of horror she knew she was beautiful, more than normal for living on the streets. She blushed as she realized someone was watching. She wiped her hands upon her simple yet flattering ,torn flare jeans.
Nikita was angered. Another year, another set of soon to be corpses that will be sent home to their families.....to those who have them. Nikita would have gladly volunteered for the reaping, she was tired of always being the nice one. Her family left her, she had never known love. She had heard of the spoils that were provided before each game, just to eat that well once...would be worth dying for. Although she did have some pride,so there was no way she'd go down without a fight. There would surely be remorse for those families though, she knew that. Niki couldn't just kill and feel okay bout it.
As she was rummaging through some dump, her train of thought was lost and she had snapped out of her little daydream of horror and gore that would surely come for her sooner or later.She got out of the trash can. Her hair had been held back by one hand to keep it neat. As she arose from her slouched position, she let it go, to cascade down to her waist. Even in such a place of horror she knew she was beautiful, more than normal for living on the streets. She blushed as she realized someone was watching. She wiped her hands upon her simple yet flattering ,torn flare jeans.
