She stalks in searching perhaps for a little bit of the past... -- The Junk Yard

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Date Posted: 06:39:11 03/18/01 Sun
Author: Shy
Subject: She stalks in searching perhaps for a little bit of the past...

Climbing from on pile to another she sifts through a few things, finally pulling out a long sheet of metal and a pack. The metal was folded in half like a folder, and te pack seemed almost empty, except for the one bulging bit at the bottom. She pushed her hair away from her face and tossed them down to the ground, from the "folder" a sheet of paper slid, sketches. The pack let out a grunt and a disgruntled cat who had been taking refuge in it stumbled out lazily and gave an angry glare to the stranger.
She gave it a fanged grin and it ran off.
Searching still she dug deeper into the pile, pulling out three or four more items before hauling herself back up to the top and jumping down. Her jeans were now ripped at both knees, and her face smuded with dirt. Catching site of her reflection in the mirror (((haha she's a vamp, no reflection!))) Catching sight of the new shabbiness of her clothes she pulled a new pair of jeans from the pack she had tossed out earlier and changed in a broke down car. Picking up the folder she stuffed the loose sheet into it and took out another blank one and then a piece of charcoal from the pocket of her old pants. She set to work on a portrait of a dilapitated statue some yards away, but in her drawing it was renewed to its original state, curves delicate and elegant instead of chipped and worn.

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