-shrug-

The following text will be a little example of how much free time I have. Constantly testing my eloquence, I guess. Oh well. I leave it to you, my readers, to judge it. Kate especially. -pokepoke-

"And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
and I don't want to go home right now." Her slim, petite frame swayed to the beat of the music thrumming in her ears, the earphone plugs in her ears attached to a small mp3 player in the deep pocket of her baggy, "gothic" style pants. Their black fabric was set off by blood red stitching, and by the dull grey metal chain attached to her pants by hooks under the two front belt loops. "And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life. 'Cause sooner or later it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight." The heavy black combat boots that shod her feet were nearly invisible, hidden by the cuffs of her pants. They clumped loudly on the hard concrete as the female sauntered by, her rich cobalt-blue eyes half-closed against the beams of red-orange sunlight shining into them. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." Her shirt brushed against the top of her pants, the torso section conforming to her slim midriff. The sleeves flared out around her arm, falling to just past her wrists. On her wrists were glove-like cuffs with holes cut for the thumb, completely open once it reached knuckle-level. "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies. When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive!" These cuffs were black, the one on her right hand bearing a face with white x-shapes for eyes and a frowning mouth, the left turned inside out so it was impossible to tell what design it bore. On each thumb were several rings of various shades of silver, which clicked against each other with each swing of her arms. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." Her delicately-featured face was framed with hair dyed bone white, the shaggy locks hanging unevenly about her head. Her left eye was completely covered by an especially long hank. In her left ear were two silver rings, on the right a single gold one. All in all this female seems to be a stereotypical goth. Well, mostly. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." She'd be a stereotypical goth but for the fact that her head was canine; more accurately lupine, in nature. The same went for a shaggy tail trailing behind her. Her entire body was covered in thick, soft fur; the throat, chest, belly, and underside of the tail were all a creamy grey. The rest was silver in hue, striped with black. "I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am..."