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 Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 4:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 8:15 am
She looks up to the cloud cover, traces of light from the fringes setting a blue glint to green eyes. From head to toe she's a lesson in militant color coordination. Black, the first color after the white spark of life, red, like the blood coursing through the veins and pumping through the heart so close to the womb. There is something primal, unsettling about her wardrobe.
Refined jack boots with black straps, a cloak that looks as if it's been drenched in fresh warm blood, glistening, splotchy where the "dye" failed to overtake the black. Her hair a deep red in reflection, dark auburn in the shade, porcelain skin betrays subtle chimerical patterns tracing through like a nanoscopic superhighway of something other.
She takes a step and ceases existing for a flicker, appearing 40 feet closer to the center. Time whirls about her being like the halo of hot air above a mirage.
"I've heard I'm to meet someone, Yusuke? Amusing." Her smile is like all those other smiles of all those other villains you've seen a thousand times before. Nothing spectacular, nothing original about the smile. It's almost artificial in how exactingly similar it is to every other vindictive b***h in the universe. About the only thing different, is the weight of it. The gravitas that says, They were imitating me. And failing
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2017 3:17 pm
((my opponent has not shown for more than 1 week. I am pulling out. Thank you for the opportunity))
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