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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Central Park, NY
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
_____ T H EXA R T I S T _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: Central Park, NY
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
Heather still felt - rightfully -weirded out by the fact that her bracelet was still emanating heat. She had pulled it away from her wrist as far as the stretchy band would allow, and could not see a mark of any kind on her skin. No cuts, no bruising. But the turquoise still burned upon contact and it was puzzling enough that she even had the right mind to consider a burgeoning allergic reaction, despite having had several pieces of turquoise jewelry in her possession over the years. Anything could happen, after all. Allergies happened out of the blue to absolutely anyone. Yet and still, it was puzzling enough that, even though she decided to walk straight and simply ignore the puzzling sensation, she wanted to take a walk through central park. There was always something happening in the park and people watching was always interesting. However, just as she had settled with that thought and was about to turn, a surprising force forced her to topple backwards onto the asphalt.
"What the - ?" Were the first words that came out of Heather's mouth the second she connected with the ground, the radiating pain in her bottom and in the palm of her hands making her wince. But she didn't have time to focus on that, not when a quick succession of "sorry" erupted from the body that had apparently bumped into her. Heather's brown met slightly widened, maybe frightened green eyes and she softened, dusting off her hands even as her butt still hurt. There were no scraped on the palms of her hands, though, so that was good. "It's fine, don't worry about it. It happens...just - how...?" Heather took a brief moment to appraise the other female - the white dress that seemed more like a night dress than any clothing that Heather would wear outside unless she was covering it with a jacket of some sort or at least wearing tights, the barely-there abrasion on a flushed cheek, the scrapes on pale legs, the lack of shoes - and frowned. Something felt off. And her bracelet still felt too warm. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked, glancing behind the blonde woman to see if someone was coming after her. All she had was a pocket knife she had "borrowed" from her roommate's boyfriend and never returned in her purse, but she figured anything was better than nothing if there was really a problem.
"What the - ?" Were the first words that came out of Heather's mouth the second she connected with the ground, the radiating pain in her bottom and in the palm of her hands making her wince. But she didn't have time to focus on that, not when a quick succession of "sorry" erupted from the body that had apparently bumped into her. Heather's brown met slightly widened, maybe frightened green eyes and she softened, dusting off her hands even as her butt still hurt. There were no scraped on the palms of her hands, though, so that was good. "It's fine, don't worry about it. It happens...just - how...?" Heather took a brief moment to appraise the other female - the white dress that seemed more like a night dress than any clothing that Heather would wear outside unless she was covering it with a jacket of some sort or at least wearing tights, the barely-there abrasion on a flushed cheek, the scrapes on pale legs, the lack of shoes - and frowned. Something felt off. And her bracelet still felt too warm. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked, glancing behind the blonde woman to see if someone was coming after her. All she had was a pocket knife she had "borrowed" from her roommate's boyfriend and never returned in her purse, but she figured anything was better than nothing if there was really a problem.