Post by Vivian Pryce on Jan 16, 2010 3:08:46 GMT -5
Drakborough's chilly streets were bustling, so much so that the timid red-haired girl was second-guessing her excursion. Vivian Pryce had never been much of a people person, to say the least, but everyday necessities forced her to leave the confines of her humble apartment every now and again. Ample assistance on the part of her parents, who had always indulged her and her siblings a bit too much, allowed her to live without bearing the burden of a real job. For the rest, however, she was on her own.
Shielded within the confines of a large, billowy wool cloak, the former Ravenclaw looked more or less nondescript, save for her always damning bright red hair and blue eyes. As usual, she made a distinct effort to slip through the thick crowd unnoticed, but her bumbling ways led her directly into the path of a grizzled old man.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry, sir!" she stammered, her expression tinged with a hint of panic, but the old man didn't seem to mind. Still, the young woman's cheeks blushed a shade of crimson to rival her hair, and she had to disengage from the throng to regain her composure. Vivian found herself at the storefront of a boutique for fashionable young women, where a mannequin struck various poses in a richly embroidered teal robe. It was the sort of thing a girl of her social standing would ordinarily don, but instead, Viv opted for baggy sweaters and skirts in bland shades of beige and blue, never quite grasping how much this made her stand out.
Either way, the former Firefox student may as well not have existed for all anyone here was concerned. It'd been a long time since Viv had seemed to matter to anyone, and even then she was only second choice. She stood there, framed in the shop window, contemplating the life she'd never lived as the world continued to pass her by.
Shielded within the confines of a large, billowy wool cloak, the former Ravenclaw looked more or less nondescript, save for her always damning bright red hair and blue eyes. As usual, she made a distinct effort to slip through the thick crowd unnoticed, but her bumbling ways led her directly into the path of a grizzled old man.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry, sir!" she stammered, her expression tinged with a hint of panic, but the old man didn't seem to mind. Still, the young woman's cheeks blushed a shade of crimson to rival her hair, and she had to disengage from the throng to regain her composure. Vivian found herself at the storefront of a boutique for fashionable young women, where a mannequin struck various poses in a richly embroidered teal robe. It was the sort of thing a girl of her social standing would ordinarily don, but instead, Viv opted for baggy sweaters and skirts in bland shades of beige and blue, never quite grasping how much this made her stand out.
Either way, the former Firefox student may as well not have existed for all anyone here was concerned. It'd been a long time since Viv had seemed to matter to anyone, and even then she was only second choice. She stood there, framed in the shop window, contemplating the life she'd never lived as the world continued to pass her by.