Shadows of the Dark (K)

[Stare]

Ghost Jesoman
Lack of color, lack of light,
See the danger, see the fight.
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As the last dwindling rays of light slowly begin to fade from the sky, I rise slowly. Despite the lack of a sun in the sky, there is still a faint glow coming from the horizon. It's enough to cast extremely faint shadows over the fresh snow, creating a barely visable mess of grey and white.

A faint look of longing crosses over my face, although it doesn't quite reach my pale blue eyes. Twelve whole hours of promises await me at the town. People don't often wander the streets of District Three after dark. Only the brave dare come out at the same time that the criminals of the area do.

The wind whips my hair around my head and bites me right through my jacket as I begin walking through the trees towards the group of buildings in the distance. The snow crunches softly undernearth clean but worn grey boots. I don't bother brushing away the footprints. It's not like I'll be coming back to this location, seeing it's so close to the town. Too dangerous, even for me. I'd just be spotted.

As I reach the streets, I feel eyes on me. What is an innocent, fragile looking girl like me doing out after sunset? Shouldn't I know this? I ignore them, continuing to walk quickly and quietly.

My foot suddenly catches on the ground, I bump into a nearby person. With an almost nonexistant smile, my hand slips into their pocket, and after mumbling a quick apology, I continue on my way, silently storing my reward in my jacket pocket.

Hopefully, nobody saw. But even if they did, who would bother telling?[/blockquote][/size][/color]

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[Spesh]

Celena Phillips

Thinking/Living: F535AA
Speaking: FF00FF

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As per usual after dark, Celena was roaming the streets again. Another night in which this close to flawless beauty lacked a customer. It was almost sad what this girl had to go through, how someone like her was just ruined because of the situation she was born into. But with the state of this girl now, there really was no turning back. She would always be like this, her mind to diluted from her time on the streets. Celena really would have liked to think that eventually somebody would come to be her savior, but she doubted that hope. Nobody cared for anyone but themselves in this world, everyone was selfish. You either were lucky or you were not, and this girl was most definitely the later.

This other girl seemed to come into Celena's sight. This prostitute wondered if she was someone who ventured down here normally. She had never scene this girl before, not in school or out. She always found it weird when someone ventured onto the district three night scene for the first time. But she had a first time too, though it was a long time ago. She seemed almost irrelevant to Celena, until she tripped over the air and fell to the ground, which made her chuckle. Trying somewhat to embarrass this new girl, Celena spoke, probably startling her, "Nice fall there. Don't worry though, I wont say anything.... by the way, whats your name? I don't believe we've met before..." Celena wasn't trying to be friendly, it just came out this way. Now she would probably have to socialize with this girl, a complete was of time in Celena's opinion.

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[Stare]

Ghost Jesoman
Lack of color, lack of light,
See the danger, feel the fight.
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I address the girl- she's older than me, but definately not an adult- with a hint of interest. Behind pale blue eyes, my mind is trying to come up with a name for the face. Coming up with a blank, I press my lips together slightly. Who is she? Did she see that my fall was more than just that?

Without hesitation, I put on a sweet smile. It doesn't quite reach emotionless eyes, but that won't matter. With wheels still turning, one hand comes out and tucks some of my hair behind one ear. "Yeah. I trip... a lot."

I give a small laugh, which attracts the attention of a few more. And I hate attention. You never know who these people are that pass you by. Especially at night. You don't know if they're just a regular person, or if they work for someone. After double crossing so many, you start to realize that they don't just forget.

My name? How could my name hurt anyone? Suspision rises... and then falls. She could tell anyone she wanted my name. It wouldn't matter. Because I'd be long gone, hiding in the woods, waiting until my latest rise in popularity had fallen before returning.

"Ghost," I say, my voice childish. Like a girl's voice should be. But not mine. Mine is a voice that can sound sweet or sinister, depending on my mood. And right now, all I wanted was to figure out if she was neutral or a foe.

But not friend. I already knew the answer to that. No one was my friend.

(OOC: Sorry for the shortness. I'm low on Ghost muse.)[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Spesh]

Celena Phillips

Thinking/Living: F535AA
Speaking: FF00FF

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Celena wondered what this girl really wanted out here. She clearly was not a friendly person, and she seemed quite young. Yet Celena doubted that she had no credibility. If one is so young and on the streets they must have a reason, but Celena knew better than to ask. It was really none of her business to ask what this girl was up to, nobody had asked her when she was younger, yet now everybody knew that she was a prostitute. Celena did not know how people found out these things, but in the street community, everything spreads exceptionally fast.

She said her name was Ghost or something, yet for some reason she did not ask mine. Celena found that quite odd, people always ask for your name when they tell you theirs, but she did not, clearly another sign of her unfriendliness. She wondered if this girl was even worth her time. The answer to that was probably not, but she seemed somewhat interesting, so Celena decided to stay and talk. Maybe should could find out some interesting gossip or some important news from this girl. Still, this was quite the awkward situation.

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[Stare]

Ghost Jesoman
Lack of color, lack of light,
See the danger, feel the fight.
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Inside, the wait for her to say something irritates me. And so does the way she stares. Just because I'm young doesn't mean I don't belong here. I've escaped plenty of dangeorus situations. I'm clever. So, I look fragile. Does that mean that I am fragile?

No. It means that people have to be much more careful when I'm around them. Looks so often fool people. A stick thin girl with flowing white hair appears weak. But I hide a dark, dangerous mind. A mind that loves revenge and riches, and will do just about anything to get them.

My smile falters just the tiniest bit. What's she waiting for? Should I just keep walking? No, because she looks like she's expecting something. From me. What am I supposed to do? She's the one who called me over in the first place.

Frustration builds up, hidden behind a mask. Finally, I decide to say something- anything- just to put an end to the annoying silence. "So what are you doing out this late?"

I'm surprised this question was the one that escaped my lips. It's a question I hear all the time, and it annoys me greatly. Maybe, just once, I wanted to see what it was like getting an answer instead of giving one. My hand slips inside of my jacket pocket, and it jingles breifly. I stop moving, still as a statue. No need to announce to the entire street that I pick pocketed someone.[/blockquote][/color][/size]