Brett Mirth
Stalker
rip me up from the roots.
nightmares that appear like dreams
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Post by Brett Mirth on Sept 26, 2007 16:36:58 GMT -5
Brett stood there with her left arm wrapped around her stomach, and her right hand holding a cigarette to her cold lips. She stopped herself, and put it out; she just noticed the sign "No Smoking" She sighed. It was a good time to take a vacation from Powell Academy, and see the city; all Brett could think was 'Will it look different?' Brett hasn't been to the city for .. a long time. The only reason why she was going back was for her friends, and for her health. Brett also wanted to sell some art, and going to the city would be a good idea. Brett's hair was darker, and put up into a messy bun; her bangs covered her left eye from the wind. She was wearing a charcoal grey button up shirt, and black skinny jeans. Brett had on dark blue flats. Dark eyeliner, and eyeshadow. Over her shirt she had on a navy pea-coat. It was cooler than usual; something was in the air. Brett sat on a bench waiting for her friends; her luggage was there beside her; the Powell Express was going to be late; she could tell; this must have been one of though's mage things. Brett through her cigarette somewhere; who knows. She buried her face in her hand; she didn't care if her makeup was smudged; all she wanted was to get out of here. A shadow started to creep up; the darkness oozed over Brett's figure. She looked up slowly, and calm; with a tiny smirk.
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Post by Alexandra Ramsey on Jun 10, 2008 21:26:58 GMT -5
Alex was in the city to see her brother who was visiting. She was walking around now when she noticed someone familiar. is that Brett, or am i imagining things? She went up to the girl she hoped was her friend and not some random stranger. "Hey, Brett; is that you?" she said in a louder voice than she had anticipated. woops. She walked around to see her face. She was wearing a simple bright yellow sundress with an interesting key necklace, and metallic silver sandals. Her hair was down and wavy, and was obvious that the wind had blown through it. She was wearing barely any makeup, other than a little masscara and some neutral eyeshadow.
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Brett Mirth
Stalker
rip me up from the roots.
nightmares that appear like dreams
Posts: 792
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Post by Brett Mirth on Aug 8, 2008 0:05:01 GMT -5
(HOLY SHIT. EMILY! I haven't talked to you all in forever. D: I'm only on because I just remembered habbo and crap. Do you all still go on? Anyways ... do you still talk to Hina? ): )
Brett froze in place. The voice she heard wasn't the one she had been expecting. Alex? she asked herself. It couldn't be.... though it was. "I didn't expect to see you here." Brett states, losing color from her lips. She looked to the ground, not sure on what else to say. Make conversation she thought, it was obvious. "What are you doing out and about?" she asked, with a smirk. Brett was happy to see her friend ... it was just unexpected. Very. Unexpected.
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