Post by Blue-Eyed Missy on Apr 21, 2007 17:50:31 GMT -5
Sharp blue-ocean eyes darted through the disappearing darkness as the dawn broke, scattering the night. The eyes glanced to the left, noticing a chair with clothes piled on top. To the right, a small washbowl and black washcloth, which both were sitting on a bedside table, were seen. Slowly the eyes moved higher and caught a glimpse of the face to which they belonged in an antique mirror with a solid gold frame.
Long, thick, tangled black hair fell around small shoulders. A strong neck held a high head. The blue of the eyes contrasted intensely with a dark mud color of the skin. A wide nose, big eyes, and full, pouting lips completed the visage of Maxine Georgia Elizabeth Charles, also known as, Blue-Eyed Missy.
Finally prepared to get out of bed, begin her long day, and hopefully even longer night, Missy stretched her thick, femininely muscular arms above her head and scooted close to the edge. Letting her feet dangle on the side, she sighed and suddenly stood…seconds later coming crashing down to the plank wooden floor. A loud pounding sound echoed throughout the tiny room and vibrated the walls. Heat flared into the eyes of Missy as her head swooped towards the lost space under the bed. Wrapped around her ankle was an old place of rope. She rolled her eyes at her unnecessary reaction and finally landed on her feet again.
After getting dressed in her normal, everyday attire, she placed the finishing touches on her bandanna’s position when she heard a knock at her door. She turned quickly, blue-ocean eyes glaring towards it. She looked away from the door and placed on one of her earrings. As she made her way to the door, she nearly stabbed her lobe to death by attempting to put on an earring while walking. She finally managed to the door and flung the hinges open.
“What?!” she barked with a round muddy-colored fist placed directly upon her hip, thingyed to the side, expressing her attitude and impatience clearly.
Long, thick, tangled black hair fell around small shoulders. A strong neck held a high head. The blue of the eyes contrasted intensely with a dark mud color of the skin. A wide nose, big eyes, and full, pouting lips completed the visage of Maxine Georgia Elizabeth Charles, also known as, Blue-Eyed Missy.
Finally prepared to get out of bed, begin her long day, and hopefully even longer night, Missy stretched her thick, femininely muscular arms above her head and scooted close to the edge. Letting her feet dangle on the side, she sighed and suddenly stood…seconds later coming crashing down to the plank wooden floor. A loud pounding sound echoed throughout the tiny room and vibrated the walls. Heat flared into the eyes of Missy as her head swooped towards the lost space under the bed. Wrapped around her ankle was an old place of rope. She rolled her eyes at her unnecessary reaction and finally landed on her feet again.
After getting dressed in her normal, everyday attire, she placed the finishing touches on her bandanna’s position when she heard a knock at her door. She turned quickly, blue-ocean eyes glaring towards it. She looked away from the door and placed on one of her earrings. As she made her way to the door, she nearly stabbed her lobe to death by attempting to put on an earring while walking. She finally managed to the door and flung the hinges open.
“What?!” she barked with a round muddy-colored fist placed directly upon her hip, thingyed to the side, expressing her attitude and impatience clearly.
