Summer Hannah Reynolds skipped along the path to wards the school she was about to begin. She didn't care about her belongings and let them float to the side of her instead of carrying them. Instead all she cared about was her ice cream. In her left hand she held steadily the chocolate macadamia flavoured ice cream and in the right the spoon which always seemed to have just a little bit of ice cream on.
Skipping slowly she reached the bottom of the steps and tripped up grazing her bare knees. All she had on was a bare of jean shorts and converse trainers. Then on top a yellow sleeveless top with a rainbow across the chest area. In her hair a yellow bow stuck out from the black hair of hers. Upon her face she wore no make-up as she didn't believe in making yourself look like something your not. Only unless it was a truly speacial occasion, or a friend made her wear it.
Without even noticing her knees she got up and checked that her ice cream was fine. A little bit had spilled but most had manages to stay safely inside of the tub. Breathing slowly she continued her treck up to the building and slowly she nudged the doors open to be able to get inside. Automatically her mouth fell open with ice cream inside at the sight she saw. It was immaculate. How was she ever going to fit in in a place like this?[/ul]
Cookies. This was the one thought on Willow's mind as she half-swaggered up to the school. At the moment, the lycan would kill for a cookie. Or a lollipop. Anything with sugar. Apples, she mused, are not a sufficient source of sugar. Someone else was ahead of her, and Willow sniffed. Ice cream. Yum.
But...oh no! The girl was falling! Was she okay? What did Willow care, really. The real question was this: WAS THE ICE CREAM OKAY?
Needless to say, Willow Tylers was in a very hyper mood. Beyond hyper. She was static. Or something of the short. The she-wolf was glittering with energy, and now she bounded easily up to the girl and her tub of ice cream. Delicious. But who carries around a bucket of ice cream? Eh, no matter.
Today, Willow's hair was loose, hanging shoulder length and probably a mess. Willow hadn't checked. She peered at the girl through tawny brown strands, green-grey eyes flickering with interest. This was one Willow had never met, but she most certainly a student. Beaming, Willow clasped her hands and leaned forward, stretching forward on her tip-toes.
"Hi," she said in a friendly, obviously cheerful voice. Her own clothes weren't as nice at this girl's, but they were bearable. Her jeans were ripped at the knees. It wasn't a fashion statement; She's torn them in the woods while having a mad race with a deer. Naturally, Willow had one. The thought brought a mischevious gleam to her lips. Fenrir ate humans, but Willow had never involved herself in that particular activity. Yet, one had to wonder what they tasted like.
She glanced down at her shirt, a black and deep purple t-shirt with neon swirls cross-crossed across it. Definitely not part of the school uniform. She would have to pick up something more less-obvious if she was going to pretend she was still part of the school. Then Willow recalled that the others didn't do that. She was a wolf-shifter, plain and simple. So who cared? She didn't. Not about that. She cared very much about the delicious icecream in that tub.
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5