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Miu Renayuki
Guest
Original poster
The town was quite busy tonight. Lights dawned ever street and welcomed any visitors who laid their eyes upon it. The colors that flashed along the marvelous town were something to dwell over and cherish. Most of the inhabitants were happy citizens, looking to purchase sustenance and various treats for their everyday life. Despite the onslaught of rain which had been falling upon them, they went about life as usual, minus the dodging of heavy pellets of water and hanging umbrellas over their heads.
In the outskirts of town, life wasn't so pleasant-looking with the added component of rain. Overpasses were littered in graffiti, wire fences guarded every dirt-patched lawn,either to keep away stray dogs or stop some rugged invader from raiding their valuables while they were away. Streets were cracked and littered with trash that uncaring visitors had tossed onto the ground. Any upper class citizen would have sneered at the sight of such a place. The world had to drive through this slum in order to get to the larger parts of the city, however, so even though it looked so abhorrent, meeting with the area was inevitable.
In such a dark place, there was but one black and white speck in the visage. A rather small, fail looking and pale shape, wrapped in a white sheet as if it was all she could have grabbed to wear upon departure from wherever she came from. She had long, rain-soaked and slate black hair, which draped about the whiteness of her form like a weed. Her eyes looked so empty; they were a blue that neared so closely to white that the iris almost didn't exist at all, focused solely upon the sidewalk in front of her, as though she hadn't a clue where she was. Truth is, she really didn't have the slightest idea. She hardly remembered who she was,let alone where she was going, and the only thing she could think of at the moment was how cold she was. She did wonder a few things, however, like the source of the multiple, runny red stains she had found along the sheet, along with on her own pale skin. Her wrists also bore odd red marking, as she noticed, which resembled that of one a chain would make when wrapped too tightly around something.
As odd as these things seemed, she didn't think a lot of them. For some reason she felt them to be something normal, as if in whatever past she had, it was a common occurrence. All she could focus on in her hazy state of mind was an intense chill, and the pain of an exhaustion resulting from constant travels on bare feet in freezing temperatures. Even her gait had become somewhat crooked with the effort it took to take each step,yet she refused to stop. Something in her said she had to keep going. She had to get away from whatever it was she was running from, even though she wasn't sure of what it was.
-Art done by me.-
In the outskirts of town, life wasn't so pleasant-looking with the added component of rain. Overpasses were littered in graffiti, wire fences guarded every dirt-patched lawn,either to keep away stray dogs or stop some rugged invader from raiding their valuables while they were away. Streets were cracked and littered with trash that uncaring visitors had tossed onto the ground. Any upper class citizen would have sneered at the sight of such a place. The world had to drive through this slum in order to get to the larger parts of the city, however, so even though it looked so abhorrent, meeting with the area was inevitable.
In such a dark place, there was but one black and white speck in the visage. A rather small, fail looking and pale shape, wrapped in a white sheet as if it was all she could have grabbed to wear upon departure from wherever she came from. She had long, rain-soaked and slate black hair, which draped about the whiteness of her form like a weed. Her eyes looked so empty; they were a blue that neared so closely to white that the iris almost didn't exist at all, focused solely upon the sidewalk in front of her, as though she hadn't a clue where she was. Truth is, she really didn't have the slightest idea. She hardly remembered who she was,let alone where she was going, and the only thing she could think of at the moment was how cold she was. She did wonder a few things, however, like the source of the multiple, runny red stains she had found along the sheet, along with on her own pale skin. Her wrists also bore odd red marking, as she noticed, which resembled that of one a chain would make when wrapped too tightly around something.
As odd as these things seemed, she didn't think a lot of them. For some reason she felt them to be something normal, as if in whatever past she had, it was a common occurrence. All she could focus on in her hazy state of mind was an intense chill, and the pain of an exhaustion resulting from constant travels on bare feet in freezing temperatures. Even her gait had become somewhat crooked with the effort it took to take each step,yet she refused to stop. Something in her said she had to keep going. She had to get away from whatever it was she was running from, even though she wasn't sure of what it was.
-Art done by me.-