✖Montana✖
Wearing: Red jumper with black moustaches, black shorts, ripped stockings and black boots
At: Fangs For Coming
Time: About 1:30 in the afternoon
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Picking up her suitcase, she pushed the actual bag down until the long metal bars clicked into place. She then drew it behind her as she got out of the taxi. Glancing around, she had a good look at everyone on the street's face. If she was attacked she wanted a decent idea of what they looked like to tell the police. Walking to the back of the car, she waited until the cab driver opened the trunk before she took out her other suitcase, her duffel bag and her backpack. Everything she owned in four bags. How sad.
She thanked him, paid him and the driver sped off. Watching it dissapear around the corner, she looked up and down the street. She stuffed her hand into her red woolen jumper's pocket, fishing through until she found the slip of paper she'd written the address down on. Noting it, she checked the numbers on the building in front of her. Okay, so she wasn't far. Heading forwards, she counted down out loud before coming to a stop in front of a shop blaring with metal music. "Wait, this can't be right," she muttered. Walking in, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, looking around. There were a few shoppers browsing the gothic clothing and art. "Oooh," she whispered, walking over to a glass front cabinet that had a bunch of wrist cuffs and chokers. She grinned at one in particular; purple leather with silver studs and a dangling black bat charm. Checking the price tag, she fumbled through her backpack to find her purse. When she pulled out the money she needed, she stood up straight. Looking around, she saw a group of guys sitting behind the counter. Wheeling all of her bags over after having taken the choker out of the cabinet, she placed it and her money down. "I'd like this please," she said, smiling. Then she saw the taller guy. Scraggly dark hair, pasty skin and a cold stare. She stuttered for a second, stumbling backwards. "U-uh, j-you-- I," she spluttered. He looked like a serial killer!
She looked to the other gentlemen. One looked young, with dark, well kept hair, the other tall, tan and blonde. She decided to side step the frightening guy and speak to them. She began to walk towards them, but knocked over a rack of T-Shirts with her wheeled suitcase. She jumped as the metal clattered. She immediately went to pick it up and set it back in its place. "S-sorry," she muttered. Well, that was embarrassing. Making sure she didn't kill anything this time, she went towards the gentlemen again. "Um," she began, but with the commotion she made, she forgot what she was going to say. "Ah..." She patted the pockets of her black shorts then her jumper. "Oh right!" she cried, holding the slip of crumpled paper out. "Do you know where this is? I'm supposed to be moving there, but I don't know where it is." She made a face, adjusting her backpack. She sounded so Australian surrounded by Americans. Ugh.
Then she realised that she'd just told these complete strangers where she was going to live! And this was New York! People got mugged on the street in New York, who's to say they wouldn't go to her home?! She made a strange noise then leant across the counter to try and wrestle the piece of paper away from the blonde. "Can I just? I--." Her duffel bag was caught on something. She reached again, grabbing it. "I-- need this back!" she cried, accidentally kneeing the glass cabinet under the counter and cracking it. But she was freaking out. She'd never lived by herself, never left the country, yet here she was, giving her new adress to someone in New York! Jesus, she was so going to die.
Wearing: Red jumper with black moustaches, black shorts, ripped stockings and black boots
At: Fangs For Coming
Time: About 1:30 in the afternoon
✖
Picking up her suitcase, she pushed the actual bag down until the long metal bars clicked into place. She then drew it behind her as she got out of the taxi. Glancing around, she had a good look at everyone on the street's face. If she was attacked she wanted a decent idea of what they looked like to tell the police. Walking to the back of the car, she waited until the cab driver opened the trunk before she took out her other suitcase, her duffel bag and her backpack. Everything she owned in four bags. How sad.
She thanked him, paid him and the driver sped off. Watching it dissapear around the corner, she looked up and down the street. She stuffed her hand into her red woolen jumper's pocket, fishing through until she found the slip of paper she'd written the address down on. Noting it, she checked the numbers on the building in front of her. Okay, so she wasn't far. Heading forwards, she counted down out loud before coming to a stop in front of a shop blaring with metal music. "Wait, this can't be right," she muttered. Walking in, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, looking around. There were a few shoppers browsing the gothic clothing and art. "Oooh," she whispered, walking over to a glass front cabinet that had a bunch of wrist cuffs and chokers. She grinned at one in particular; purple leather with silver studs and a dangling black bat charm. Checking the price tag, she fumbled through her backpack to find her purse. When she pulled out the money she needed, she stood up straight. Looking around, she saw a group of guys sitting behind the counter. Wheeling all of her bags over after having taken the choker out of the cabinet, she placed it and her money down. "I'd like this please," she said, smiling. Then she saw the taller guy. Scraggly dark hair, pasty skin and a cold stare. She stuttered for a second, stumbling backwards. "U-uh, j-you-- I," she spluttered. He looked like a serial killer!
She looked to the other gentlemen. One looked young, with dark, well kept hair, the other tall, tan and blonde. She decided to side step the frightening guy and speak to them. She began to walk towards them, but knocked over a rack of T-Shirts with her wheeled suitcase. She jumped as the metal clattered. She immediately went to pick it up and set it back in its place. "S-sorry," she muttered. Well, that was embarrassing. Making sure she didn't kill anything this time, she went towards the gentlemen again. "Um," she began, but with the commotion she made, she forgot what she was going to say. "Ah..." She patted the pockets of her black shorts then her jumper. "Oh right!" she cried, holding the slip of crumpled paper out. "Do you know where this is? I'm supposed to be moving there, but I don't know where it is." She made a face, adjusting her backpack. She sounded so Australian surrounded by Americans. Ugh.
Then she realised that she'd just told these complete strangers where she was going to live! And this was New York! People got mugged on the street in New York, who's to say they wouldn't go to her home?! She made a strange noise then leant across the counter to try and wrestle the piece of paper away from the blonde. "Can I just? I--." Her duffel bag was caught on something. She reached again, grabbing it. "I-- need this back!" she cried, accidentally kneeing the glass cabinet under the counter and cracking it. But she was freaking out. She'd never lived by herself, never left the country, yet here she was, giving her new adress to someone in New York! Jesus, she was so going to die.