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Subject: *~*returned...*~* Author: Woodstock [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:20:12 02/26/02 Tue [[OOC: My sincere apologies for my sudden absence. I lost the link when I lost aol. But thanks to Lucee, I've returned. Thanks, Lucee ;) *offers a root beer*]] The goth practically kicked the door open, standing in a full 6'3 silhouette. A strong gust of wind blew in from behind, casting off an eerie effect about the girl. She staggered in, glaring in at the room at nothing in particular. She looked furious with the entire student population within the coffeehouse. But so far, she made no intent on trying to hurt anyone. Woodstock stepped in on large clunky shoes. Rainbow socks covered her legs up to the bottoms of her knees. A ruffled black and red flannel skirt hugged her around the waist. She wore a plain black tight shirt, which clearly showed the deep crevices in her ribs. She obviously didn't eat much, and it wasn't because she was too fat. She just had other priorities besides eating. Tufts of black feathers dangled on her shoulders, and ruffled in the wind. Fishnets slid down the goth's slender arms, and ended on her pale middle fingers. She wore no make up, yet she was as pale as a ghost. Black hair with bright green, red, and purple streaks flailed about her body in the wind's gust. The goth stepped in with her scowl. She scanned the coffeehouse once more with pale green eyes, then turned and slammed the door loudly to announce her presence. Which was very unlike the girl, who was usually shy and a shadow-dweller. A sickening grin perched upon her face as she waited for the students' reactions. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]