Post by alaska on Mar 19, 2011 9:38:21 GMT -7
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• don't worry i like to fight it out dirty •[/center][/size]
Grabbing a small bottle of purple nail polish as well as her ipod speakers, Alaska padded out of her room, trying to not let her shoes make too much noise. As was becoming more and more common, Alaska couldn't sleep. Instead of just lying there in bed like normal, she'd decided she might as well do something with her time. She stuffed the items in her hands into her sweatshirt pouch as she made her way down to the lake. It was a nice night, no clouds in sight. She looked up at all the stars and a small smile crossed her face as she continued the cool walk.
Making her way down the long, empty dock, she found the silence unsettling, sure it was better than snores, but she'd never really liked the silence. It always put her on high alert, just waiting for a twig to crack and have to spring into action. She hated it. She walked to the end, keeping her footsteps soft so as to not wake anyone or thing for that matter up. Getting to the end, she pulled off her combat boots and let her feet dangle over the water, just touching the surface. She pulled out the small portable speakers along with her ipod and set them up, a good distance back from the edge of the dock, she didn't want to lose either item. Hitting play, she left the volume way down as Never Shout Never's Coffee and Cigarettes started. It seemed a strange song for someone of her personality and disposition to enjoy, but there was something calming about him to her, so she just listened anyway and ignored everyone who tried to poke at her for it, they knew she could kick their asses.
Finally deciding she was settled in for an hour or two, she pulled out the bottle of nail polish and began to paint her ragged, short nails. Sure the nail polish would be gone in a few days, but there was something soothing about the monotonous job of painting your nails. Plus, it would be a good time killer until she'd calmed down enough to figure out how to get back to sleep. Even though it had been five years since her mother's death, the young woman was still traumatized by it. She couldn't help it, she'd watched her best friend and mother get ripped to shreds and been unable to do a thing about it. That was something that just stuck with you. As soon as she possibly could, she swore that she'd hunt down all the hell hounds she could and kill them. There were very few things she hated more than the evil creates of Hades.
words • four hundred fifty four
muse • decent
songs • nevershoutnever
outfit • bam
tagged • open
the rest • (:
credit • charzard @ caution
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