Post by Darcy Dalton on Feb 17, 2009 11:59:59 GMT -5
don't tell me truth hurts, little girl
cos it hurts like hell
cos it hurts like hell
Darcy wandered idly down across the lawns, instantly surrounded by the calming, cool breeze. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips as she traipsed across the dry grass, stuffing her long-fingered hands into the big front pockets of her close-fitting black hoodie. Combined with baggy, dark green cargo pants, black chucks, and her auburn hair left wild and loose to tumble down her narrow shoulders in casual disarray, she really didn't look much like she belonged in this place at all. Her tattered green book bag was slung over one shoulder and bobbed slightly as she walked. Wide, light blue eyes peered from beneath the shadow of her pale, oval, and angular face while she continued on her way, appearing to be the most alert and vital part of her shabby appearance.
Yet somehow, even though her baggy clothes hid her slender curves, and the loping grace of her posture was very unladylike, she still managed to appear feminine. She tilted her head upwards just slightly as she reached her destination, a vacant and dim-lit grassy space between two buildings. As the bell rang somewhere in the distance, signaling the start of the next class, she dropped her bag to the ground and leaned against the cool brick wall, crossing one ankle over the other. She reached into her bag for a half-empty carton of cigarettes and pulled one out to hold between her fingers as she fumbled around for a lighter and slowly slumped down to the ground.
She sat against the wall, letting her legs stretch out before her, and absentmindedly twirled the cigarette in her fingers for a moment before bringing it to her lips. A lazy, impish grin crept up at the corners of those lips as she stared up at the visible strip of blue overhead, listening to the idle chatter of the students rushing on to class. She probably wouldn't even show up. No matter. It would likely be a blessing to the teacher and students alike if Darcy did not show up. She had a decent grade in the class anyway. She deserved a break (in her own mind, at least). Just as she was about to flick the lighter, she heard a few muffled footsteps a little louder and closer than the others, and her eyes narrowed before she bothered to tilt her head and see who it was that could possibly be intruding.
