Snippet #1944437

Skylar Ksenia

Skylar wasn't exactly certain as to how she would constantly became so bored with the human world. Maybe it was for the lack of excitement and entertainment that she bored so easily with this loud place, or possibly because she never actually bothers with going out and looking for something to do. So far the only eventful things to happen today was her newly found cranium and the sight of Yeremy dragging one of the Kings servants down the hall, more than likely to one or the others impending doom.
With a sigh, the captain changed into more suitable clothes to wear out in the bustle of humans, inwardly cringing at the thought of having to wear such clothes every day. Personally she thought most of the female humans walk around half naked, wearing the scraps of material off other clothes, the blonde couldn't help but wonder whether any of them noticed their behinds falling out the bottom of their shorts. Uncharacteristically, Skylar pulled a disgusted face at the metal image she was receiving. "That's something I never want to think of again." She muttered, pulling on a pair of black high heels as she did so. Without a glance in the mirror Skylar casually walked out of the room she occupied while running through a list of places she knew were around, the repetitive 'clack' of her shoes echoing quietly.

Boredly, she once again found herself wandering aimlessly down a lighten up street after once again failing to stay more than an hour in one of the sweat smelling human nightclubs, pulling at the material of her black mid-thigh, cocktail dress. The smell of hormones flying and alcohol stained breath was almost over power to her. Did these people not know the pluses to hygiene and being clean?