Clop, clop, clop, clop.
Heavy heels thonked onto the sidewalk and across the busy street on that snowy day, causing several cars to come to a screeching halt before they ran into the pedestrian. Horns honked and curses were thrown, but the high-heeled pedestrian did not scowl. She held up a hand, smiled, and gave them a friendly wave.
Everyone stared.
It wasn't just her behavior that stunned everyone, either. But she gave them no mind. She simply walked down the street, a purse in hand, to her destination. Once she came up to it, she showed her ID to several officers and had her bag checked.
"Thankye, thanke somach," said the woman to the officer, patting him heftily on the shoulder as she passed. "I really needed you tah make sure my lipstick wasn't a mini pipe bomb or somethin', y'know?"
Down into the jail she went, into the visiting area, with the booths. She sat down into a chair. This woman. With the no-sleeve black turtleneck, and the very bright, feathery pink jacket sloping off of her shoulders. That wasn't even that strange, just flamboyant. What got everyone staring was the hairstyle. Bangs so long they covered her eyes, with "vampire teeth" strands falling over her cheeks. Everything but her bangs were put into cornrows.
It was weird.