Snippet #812108

The moon, the feared celestial object, the maker of insanity. The single light in the night sky, the light that rains down destruction on the unlucky victim's psyche. Lora was fascinated with this object of destruction. The one mystery yet to be explored, the one mystery yet to be solved. She was a sherlock holmes in the making, a fanatic for unsolved mysteries, a raving fan of danger and adventure. She was also a queen of troublemakers, and is currently running from a man she had just knocked in the head with her walking stick. She loved the thrill she got from knowing that if she was caught punishment would be severe. People call her crazy, she didn't think so, she was just...intellectually warped. Not insane, just different, very different. She was laughing as she ran by people whom shook their heads at the sight of her, she didn't care. Nor did she care when she ran into a dead end alley, there was no such thing as a dead end for her. Lora just put her walking stick in front of her and jumped into it. Using her upper body strength she pulled her feet up and over the wooden wall, bringing her staff with her.

When her feet hit the bottom she fell on her butt and continued laughing, there was nothing like the high of adrenaline in a tense situation. Picking herself up she walked back into the streets making her way for home, soon it would be time for dinner and she wasn't gonna linger any longer.