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vatheon2012-05-13 09:44 pm
reaper2die4) wrote in vatheon2012-05-13 09:44 pm
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Who: Grell
Where: Plaza
When: Evening
Style: Action or Prose (I'm starting prose, but doesn't matter)
Status: Open
Warnings: Flirtatious Grell? Not sure what what else at this point. May change later...
Grell was lazing around a little as she knelt down by one of the flowers that was poking out of the sidewalk. She gently plucked it from the ground and placed it behind her ear. A genuine smile seemed to tug at her lips as she walked along. She'd seen plenty of them around originally thinking that they were alright, but as she continued to walk past them, she was more and more drawn to them.
The reaper had finally picked one of the flowers now... And she got the urge to pick another. Then another. Then ten more.
But as she picked, she also seemed to smile more. And it seemed as though it were a true smile - not one of lust or a mask to hide her insecurities. But and honest to goodness real smile.
"Well goodness me," she spoke, gazing at one of the flowers in her hand, "What marvelous settings to settings to this beautiful stage!"
Where: Plaza
When: Evening
Style: Action or Prose (I'm starting prose, but doesn't matter)
Status: Open
Warnings: Flirtatious Grell? Not sure what what else at this point. May change later...
Grell was lazing around a little as she knelt down by one of the flowers that was poking out of the sidewalk. She gently plucked it from the ground and placed it behind her ear. A genuine smile seemed to tug at her lips as she walked along. She'd seen plenty of them around originally thinking that they were alright, but as she continued to walk past them, she was more and more drawn to them.
The reaper had finally picked one of the flowers now... And she got the urge to pick another. Then another. Then ten more.
But as she picked, she also seemed to smile more. And it seemed as though it were a true smile - not one of lust or a mask to hide her insecurities. But and honest to goodness real smile.
"Well goodness me," she spoke, gazing at one of the flowers in her hand, "What marvelous settings to settings to this beautiful stage!"