06-02-2008, 04:04 PM
Nearby, a seventeen-year-old girl was tying a horse to a tree trunk; most of her head was hidden under a frumpy black hat, but wavy black hair reached her middle back. Her odd vest was black as well, along with her pants which were held up by an oddly furry belt. Her skin was mildly tanned, but it had a few odd white spots here and there; whether that was due to genes or pollution was debateable. She pulled a backpack off the horse's saddle and slinged it over a shoulder, grabbing what looked like a beaten-up old suitcase and looking over at the group; her eyes were a dark orange color. "... Well, there's people here, at least," she mumbled under her breath.
Ooc: GAAAH!! My post would not edit. x_x Fixed the typos.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!
Last edited by Silent_Wolf : 06-02-2008 at 04:07 PM.