by Mousen » 05/23/2010 1:54 PM
Sensu put his paw up to his head, as if in pain, he blinked a few times before sitting down.
"Sensu? Are you allright?" Chance asked running toward him.
"Just...Dizzy." Sensu replied, looking very much as if he was not allright.
Chance bit his lip."Maybe you should just sit down for a bit." Chance suggested, looking worried. "You did fall after all."
"Yeah..."
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A young girl, around thirteen in age, thorugh she could have certainly passed for older, sat in in the conorted, chaotic branches of a twisted willow. A few metres away Tanworth cottage stood, pround and dilapated it's tudor colouring faded and thatched roof threadbare.
Out of the corner of eye her, the girl caught a glimpse of something silver in the window of the house. She whipped her head back round. It couldn't be... Fast as lightning she flung herself out the tree, landing artfully, the drop out of it was only a few feet, but it could hurt, she'd had the bruises to prove it.
Mousen, the name the girl ussaly went by whizzed up the stairs, unusally she didn't trip herself up. She could do most things but stairs seemed to be her down fall, (heh... stairs... downfall.) She rushed in Sensu's room and picked up the item that had caught her attention a few minutes previously; a syringe full of swirling silver liquid.
"Oh no." With her knife in her pocket, syringe in her hand, her other hand placed over her trade mark hat Mousen ran out of Tanworth, headed in one direction. Terrace park.
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.