Curiosity Killed The Cat(Open)
Sept 16, 2013 15:19:16 GMT
Post by varien rythoria redwolf on Sept 16, 2013 15:19:16 GMT
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This place had been so..big..and breath taking. It had been four years since her grandfather had found her,and told her that she had not been a freak- but she was actually a witch. She had been slowly walking up the stairs, her brown eyes had been wide as she stared fascinated tot he moving pictures, magic.. she didn’t understand it. She smiled softly, as she paused- the stairs would creek, and suddenly move. Letting out a soft gasp in shock, as she gripped the railing, the stairs moving.
She laughed softly to herself, shaking her ebony hair dancing along with her head. She looked around.. well..maybe should have turned around. She began walking forward. Nahhh, she continued to walk down the hall, she had been some where on the second floor- she guessed. She paused, she had been in the school’s robes, and stopped looking around. But where had all the students been.. and it seemed a bit.. different.
She paused, maybe she had been on the third floor, quickly moving across the floor, without making a sound she’d look out the window. It had been the third floor, ”Nice..” she grumbled under her breath, she hadn’t exactly made any friends yet, but really for the most part she stayed in her bed, talking to her cat or reading about magic, the concept had been rather interesting to her.
Now, knowing this information that she had been on the third floor, some where in it's corridors- any other person she bet, would have turned around...Varien however had been a rather curious girl,- and as they said Curiosity killed the cat...brushing some hair out of her face, stars decorated around the eye- tattooed there, no one could see but the woman who had been barely nineteen but she had been inked up, both of her arms had been sleeves, tattoos adorned the rest of her body, well her body had been her temple, and she decorated it.
She continued down the hall, humming merrily to herself, as she turned a corner. Good thing it had been early in the day, if it had been night time she might have been creeped out by these ever lasting halls, that seemed to belong in a scare house, she peeked over a corner, and a deviant smirk played on her face.
...But satisfaction brought it back