Post by angelique on Dec 19, 2009 19:53:43 GMT -5
"Take me down."
Angelique had nothing to fear, did she? As the consequences of walking through New York at night continued to ring through her head, the fear of her actual actions didn't register inside of her stubborn mind. Tears continued to cascade down her face in rivers, the scrunched up face from eariler unpleasantness crossing back and forth on the plain of her beauty. Never before had she felt so shaken up by a mere person, someone that she considered to be a mere fallacy inside of her attempt to find that which would produce a mirror. Perhaps, not every guy was easy to read at first. Those who especially showed to have a lack of any sense of self had been most difficult to familiarize herself with. From there, her attempt to try and mirror the effect had failed.
Where it usually produced an effect of confusion, this guy, this "boyfriend" of hers that try to wine and dine her since her first arrival in New York, showed his confusion through pure, livid anger. It confused her already, keeping her on her toes when it came to bouncing and flouncing around her dear "Kevin". But, when he began to place his hands upon her, that was the sign for her to leave.
Poor "Kevin" failed in having a personality on his own. Instead of taking account for his own actions, he tried to push it off on the golden haired honey and blame his lack of sense of self on her. Angelique understood how full of shit that was. It was she who lacked in any true personality, her attempt to recollect and reflect her target's personality back to them made it to where she appeared to be everything they wanted. If "Kevin" was one of these cases, then Angelique possibly would've dragged this relationship out longer to a more proficiant amount of time that would've even made her dear Ninon proud. However, he failed and because of that she failed as well.
Her hands rubbed over the bruises forming on her wrist, a slew of curse words escaping her petite mouth. Why was it that the weakest of men had to be the most defensive and violent? It never made any sense to her, the moment a guy felt like the girl had something over them, their first instict was to hit.
Hit hard, as well.
"You really want to take me down? Take me and spin me round and round~?"
What a mudane song to describe how she was feeling. The Desalangre didn't even bother reading her watch. It was already so dark that the shadows were pushing and crowding each other. If anything, she just wanted to make it back to the penthouse. Perhaps, Joelle would be there to pick fun at her for the type of men she went after. Hell, the young woman didn't care. A long as she wasn't bored.
Angelique had nothing to fear, did she? As the consequences of walking through New York at night continued to ring through her head, the fear of her actual actions didn't register inside of her stubborn mind. Tears continued to cascade down her face in rivers, the scrunched up face from eariler unpleasantness crossing back and forth on the plain of her beauty. Never before had she felt so shaken up by a mere person, someone that she considered to be a mere fallacy inside of her attempt to find that which would produce a mirror. Perhaps, not every guy was easy to read at first. Those who especially showed to have a lack of any sense of self had been most difficult to familiarize herself with. From there, her attempt to try and mirror the effect had failed.
Where it usually produced an effect of confusion, this guy, this "boyfriend" of hers that try to wine and dine her since her first arrival in New York, showed his confusion through pure, livid anger. It confused her already, keeping her on her toes when it came to bouncing and flouncing around her dear "Kevin". But, when he began to place his hands upon her, that was the sign for her to leave.
Poor "Kevin" failed in having a personality on his own. Instead of taking account for his own actions, he tried to push it off on the golden haired honey and blame his lack of sense of self on her. Angelique understood how full of shit that was. It was she who lacked in any true personality, her attempt to recollect and reflect her target's personality back to them made it to where she appeared to be everything they wanted. If "Kevin" was one of these cases, then Angelique possibly would've dragged this relationship out longer to a more proficiant amount of time that would've even made her dear Ninon proud. However, he failed and because of that she failed as well.
Her hands rubbed over the bruises forming on her wrist, a slew of curse words escaping her petite mouth. Why was it that the weakest of men had to be the most defensive and violent? It never made any sense to her, the moment a guy felt like the girl had something over them, their first instict was to hit.
Hit hard, as well.
"You really want to take me down? Take me and spin me round and round~?"
What a mudane song to describe how she was feeling. The Desalangre didn't even bother reading her watch. It was already so dark that the shadows were pushing and crowding each other. If anything, she just wanted to make it back to the penthouse. Perhaps, Joelle would be there to pick fun at her for the type of men she went after. Hell, the young woman didn't care. A long as she wasn't bored.