Post by rettop on Jan 29, 2008 18:55:36 GMT -5
Giselle sat in front of her mirror, trying to figure an attractive way to put her curly hair up. But anything she tried looked a mess... she allowed her flaming red hair to spill over her shoulders. Applying soft makeup, she thought of the theater. She had always loved it as a human, perhaps she can still experience one joy from her previous life in her new one. Standing up, she smoothed out her navy blue dress that was pleated from the waist until her knees. It was modestly cut along the neckline, not showing too much cleavage, and there were sporadic silver glitter that trickled down her with the illusion of a waterfall.
She left her apartment and waked down the street, acting as any normal person heading for a night of entertainment, and this entertainment allowed one to be by themselves, not interaction with anyone else, where everyone was silent, to themselves.
She handed over her ticket, and found her seat. She hoped that it would have been a peaceful experience. How wrong she was.
She left her apartment and waked down the street, acting as any normal person heading for a night of entertainment, and this entertainment allowed one to be by themselves, not interaction with anyone else, where everyone was silent, to themselves.
She handed over her ticket, and found her seat. She hoped that it would have been a peaceful experience. How wrong she was.