Post by jami on Feb 28, 2007 18:50:49 GMT -5
Darkness reigned over the countryside with an iron fist, cold, determined, whistling wind raging across the country with animosity. A crisp, cool rain hammered the tiles covering Faith's house with a slight sheen, running down through the cracks in small rivulets. Her body twitched softly, eyes blinking sleep from her dark mahogany eyes. Faith's arms sweeped a small strand of hair from her face, giving her a clear outlook upon her room. A mahogany dresser stood on one side of the pale beige room, persian carpet clean and predominent. The wind whistled through her ears, the rain's incessant chattering driving a hammer through her mind. How irritating, and yet it supplied life with survival. Stretching while stiffling a yawn, Faith lifted the covers from her slim body and climber out of bed. Shaking hair from her eyes, the slim, attractive female made her way across her pristine room to the bathroom.
After she stepped out of the shower, she was more than awake, and excitement welled in her chest. Turning the silver faucet, Faith slipped her coarse tooth brush under the flowing water, dabbing a bit of toothpaste on the brush. As she brushed her teeth thuroughly, thoughts of her dominant adventure that lay ahead of her sprang into her mentality. What if I fail? What if I'm not good enough to... Faith swiftly decimated the relentless wave of thoughts, finishing up preening herself. As she slipped a white top over her head, Faith prepared mentally for choosing her Pokémon. No, Cyndaquil is to wierd. I don't want a grass type... Squirtle? It evolves into Blastoise, right? But then there was Wingull... Faith made her choice mentally, pulling her skirt into place. With a final brush of her hair, Faith sighed softly.
The slim girl pulled a black hoodie over her head, insuring heat in the pure, unforgiving cold. She slipped out of the front door with a quick flurry of movements. Her breath accumulated in thick, foggy layers, crystalizing in the freezing air, and crossing like latticed icing. Glistening snow layered on the trees, pale sunlight creating vauge heat for the female. The laboratory lay ahead, a tall, luminous headstone for anyone that passed by. She rubbed her hands together, creating a small bit of warmth for her weary limbs. The Middle Eastern female of origin stepped up to the door, and took a deep breath of cold, foggy air before knocking.
After she stepped out of the shower, she was more than awake, and excitement welled in her chest. Turning the silver faucet, Faith slipped her coarse tooth brush under the flowing water, dabbing a bit of toothpaste on the brush. As she brushed her teeth thuroughly, thoughts of her dominant adventure that lay ahead of her sprang into her mentality. What if I fail? What if I'm not good enough to... Faith swiftly decimated the relentless wave of thoughts, finishing up preening herself. As she slipped a white top over her head, Faith prepared mentally for choosing her Pokémon. No, Cyndaquil is to wierd. I don't want a grass type... Squirtle? It evolves into Blastoise, right? But then there was Wingull... Faith made her choice mentally, pulling her skirt into place. With a final brush of her hair, Faith sighed softly.
The slim girl pulled a black hoodie over her head, insuring heat in the pure, unforgiving cold. She slipped out of the front door with a quick flurry of movements. Her breath accumulated in thick, foggy layers, crystalizing in the freezing air, and crossing like latticed icing. Glistening snow layered on the trees, pale sunlight creating vauge heat for the female. The laboratory lay ahead, a tall, luminous headstone for anyone that passed by. She rubbed her hands together, creating a small bit of warmth for her weary limbs. The Middle Eastern female of origin stepped up to the door, and took a deep breath of cold, foggy air before knocking.
