New Face, Old Game
Apr 13, 2012 16:27:23 GMT -5
Post by elodielee on Apr 13, 2012 16:27:23 GMT -5
Dawn arriving and the dun peeking it's head over the horizon, the doors of the Career center were pushed open quietly, as if but a mere shadow was at its handles. Pushing open the doors, dm sunlight filtered into the empty and eerily silent space, with its array of weaponry welcoming in the oddest way. Especially for a rather unfamiliar face emmerging from th shadows.
Florence Lintley, with her mane of crimson waves and pale pallor scans the area with narrowed, icy eyes of cerulean blue. A small frown upon her features and crease on her forehead, she's clearly doubtful. But none the less, her chin is arrogantly tipped with the familiar attribute of arrogance. Striding slowly, appreciating the satisfying ring of her own footsteps, she pauses in front of a variation of knives, each crueler than the one before. Her lips slinking into a half smirk, her hand closes on a handle with delight.
Florence Lintley, with her mane of crimson waves and pale pallor scans the area with narrowed, icy eyes of cerulean blue. A small frown upon her features and crease on her forehead, she's clearly doubtful. But none the less, her chin is arrogantly tipped with the familiar attribute of arrogance. Striding slowly, appreciating the satisfying ring of her own footsteps, she pauses in front of a variation of knives, each crueler than the one before. Her lips slinking into a half smirk, her hand closes on a handle with delight.
