Ichthys Vulgaris
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- Posted: Tue, 06 Dec 2005 21:22:33 +0000
Fetus Skipped over to a mailbox on the corner beside a shop, smiling like a giddy school girl. A letter was enclosed in her one hand, her cig in the other. The letter was carefully decorated with daisies which all seemed to be drawn with one of those extra-big crayons, 'Look, I'm magical! <3' scribbled on the other side.
She opened the lid to the mailbox and went to put the letter in when it seemed to be rejected by it. She bit her lip, growing frustrated and trying again. "Ar! What d'ya mean it's full?!" She kicked the box and tried again, prying at it's lid after that failed, giving up only when she'd managed to knock it over, spilling out it's contents. she stared at the other letters befuddledly, placing hers in the pile, "T'was not I." She walking away as if nothing happened, though the red colour of her face wasn't accepting her alibi.
She pulled her wand from her back pocket where she placed it earlier and reajusted her paper cat ears, regaining her composure once she was far enough away from the mailbox. The wind blew, dragging leaves and litter along the sidewalk, but she only noticed this when she was her letter slidding to a hault at her feet as the breeze past. She looked at it coldly, growling almost then eyeing the mail box. She confirmed she wasn't going back and stepped over the letter like any other piece of trash that would be on the ground.
She placed the cig in her mouth, biting down to hold it and thrust her hand into her pocket,"Stupid b*****d never checks 'is darn messages.."
She opened the lid to the mailbox and went to put the letter in when it seemed to be rejected by it. She bit her lip, growing frustrated and trying again. "Ar! What d'ya mean it's full?!" She kicked the box and tried again, prying at it's lid after that failed, giving up only when she'd managed to knock it over, spilling out it's contents. she stared at the other letters befuddledly, placing hers in the pile, "T'was not I." She walking away as if nothing happened, though the red colour of her face wasn't accepting her alibi.
She pulled her wand from her back pocket where she placed it earlier and reajusted her paper cat ears, regaining her composure once she was far enough away from the mailbox. The wind blew, dragging leaves and litter along the sidewalk, but she only noticed this when she was her letter slidding to a hault at her feet as the breeze past. She looked at it coldly, growling almost then eyeing the mail box. She confirmed she wasn't going back and stepped over the letter like any other piece of trash that would be on the ground.
She placed the cig in her mouth, biting down to hold it and thrust her hand into her pocket,"Stupid b*****d never checks 'is darn messages.."