( Whoa~ a new place. )
Smack.
Her lips twisted in a grimace of disgust as she felt the oozing insides of the narky insect squished beneath her palm. “These bugs are going to drive me crazy!” the human said aloud as a shudder ran through her five foot one (possibly two) form.
Why did bugs had to be filled with squishy stuff? That nasty, creamy, oozing mush in those hard little, grotesque bodies? Removing her hand from the side of her neck another shiver rippled through her body at the mere sight nasty remains before she started wiping them off on the nearest tree.
Bugs. Yuuuuuck.
This little lady was Rosia, yet everyone had gotten into the habit of calling her Sweet of all things. But it stuck and that was that. She was a petite little thing, yet what she lacked in height her mother had given her in smooth hourglass curves. What was there to say about her? She was a woman. Her body structure was somewhat like a dancers, lean and fit yet no overly built. She was not much of the fighting type, she had tried a couple of spares before but she thought it best to leave that ‘play’ to others. Others, for example, who actually knew what the hell they were doing with their appendages.
As she continued walking on for some time, her sapphire orbs shifted away from the path (which she had been on for a few hours now) up to what appeared to be some rundown establishment. I wonder how long that place has been here, it looks so weathered. Sweet idly thought to herself, though she didn’t think much of the place as she continued on up the path as she pushed back a chocolate lock of her waist length hair back behind a pierced ear. The earring was a simple one: just a silver ball of metal. Shrugging her shoulders she adjusted the navy blue hooded sweatshirt, tugging at the zipper down below her bust as she went to continue on past the old dump. A small logo of a comical, round penguin rested upon her left breast while on the back was the phrase: ‘S.S.N.P.F. 00’ in white lettering. She blinked and glanced back down at her dark wash jeans, a bit of dirt having accumulated on her right shin, so she simply bent down and patted off the annoying road dust.
Wait.
A voice?
“What in the world?” her words came out as a confused mumbled as she spun around on the heels of her plain white sneakers. Weren’t abandoned places suppose to be. . . well- abandoned? She titled her head a bit much like an owl would at something most curious, her delicate features becoming processed by a look of utter confusion as she stepped up onto the stoop of the rundown place, her eyes coming up over a board.
“. . . ‘Magical Creatures?’ Maybe this place isn’t quite as dead as I thought.” Sweet squeaked up, her voice smooth and gentle like the coo of a church dove as she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The poor little human’s mouth dropped as a silent gasp pasted her lips. This place was certainly NOT dead! Her ivory skin caught what little light was present inside as her eyes slid over the new furniture and other appliances.
“Um . . .Wow. . .”
Yeah- that was really intelligent to say while one looked like an utter moron gawking in the doorway.