Friday, November 05, 2004

Post #2

(In response to Elly's idea)

It was never like Adeline to be precarious. Her grin could fabricate any notion she deemed necessary to win over those who denied the truths she played. She twisted a strand of her blond hair into a ringlet and let it fall across her cheek. The rest of her hair was pulled up messily against the back of her head. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she reviewed the piece of paper in front of her.
Not one for exhibition, Adeline wore her time-honored jeans and a loose hoodie, which brought out the blue in her azure eyes. Her sneakers were falling apart, but hidden under the hem of her jeans. She sat crookedly on an outside railing leading up to the front doorways, with one leg hooked around the pole that stabilized the railing, and one leg dangling. A note was held securely in one hand as she immersed herself in the writing, the smirk she held creeping slowly up one side of her face.

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