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PrisonerZero
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Celia sat on the steps of the Amphitheatre, doodling absently in her sketchbook. Before she knew it, the American skyline of Chicago flowed from her pen, below a street empty save for a single lone figure, it's hands in its pockets and its head bowed towards the ground. Destruction rained behind the figure, the street cracking where its feet landed. Her mouth twisted to the side and she swiftly shut the cover, quivering.
She hadn't seen her brother in over a year, and his absence was felt like a phantom limb. Celia sighed and tilted her head towards the sky, her emerald eyes tracking the progress of the few clouds that floated lazily by her in the mid-afternoon sky. Most would call her beautiful, with her slim, athletic figure and pouting lips. Her hair, a vibrant red, tumbled down her back and over her shoulders, highlighting her cheekbones and framing her serious face. She rarely spoke, and hadn't said a word in english in years.
A boy wandered up the stairs, taking his time with each step, his eyes on a rather large book. His dark hair curled around sharp features, and his lean frame attracted the gaze of other girls, she noted. He was anywhere from twenty to twenty-three in age, she thought, although he looked unusually boyish. He wire a collared shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of fitted blue jeans. He looked up suddenly, meeting her eyes, and she flushed, looking away. His eyes were startlingly blue, matching the sky above them. By the way her heart fluttered, she considered him to be attractive.
(( @Serath , didn't see your pic, hope this is okay! ))
She hadn't seen her brother in over a year, and his absence was felt like a phantom limb. Celia sighed and tilted her head towards the sky, her emerald eyes tracking the progress of the few clouds that floated lazily by her in the mid-afternoon sky. Most would call her beautiful, with her slim, athletic figure and pouting lips. Her hair, a vibrant red, tumbled down her back and over her shoulders, highlighting her cheekbones and framing her serious face. She rarely spoke, and hadn't said a word in english in years.
A boy wandered up the stairs, taking his time with each step, his eyes on a rather large book. His dark hair curled around sharp features, and his lean frame attracted the gaze of other girls, she noted. He was anywhere from twenty to twenty-three in age, she thought, although he looked unusually boyish. He wire a collared shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of fitted blue jeans. He looked up suddenly, meeting her eyes, and she flushed, looking away. His eyes were startlingly blue, matching the sky above them. By the way her heart fluttered, she considered him to be attractive.
(( @Serath , didn't see your pic, hope this is okay! ))
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