Post by Faythe on Jan 10, 2011 16:42:21 GMT -5
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There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
Orange splashed across the sky and mingled with pinks and golds as the sun sunk further into the water and the normal activity of the beach slowed. There was a lull as lovers stood embraced and staring into the sunset. Surely there were a few vows of love. By the squealing from a silhouette down the beach there may have been a proposal or something equally as superfluous. Still, this gentle and loving setting would soon change as moonlight slowly began saturating the beach. Couples disappeared along the boardwalk as did parents and their children. The attraction that the setting sun had brought was disappearing as quickly as it’d arrived and the night was turning into a place where it might not be safe for one to be out alone by themselves. Unless you knew where to go.When the dark
Of the night comes around.
That's the time,
That the animal comes alive.
Looking for
Something wild.
As the dark became more intense there was soon sound and light down the beach. Flickering deep in the darkness among the sand and waves a fire. Men poked it and urged it to life as they laughed and their girls started setting out blankets and a boombox that was quickly turned out. The quiet that had eclipsed the rest of the world was lost as soon people began wandering down the beach towards the fire with coolers and blankets and chair. Laughter and music filled the air as people began dancing and the fired roared in the sand. This was the place to be. If you had any sense and the tall slender redhead had sense enough for everyone at the party.
There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.
Long red hair swirled around the girl’s slender waist as she slipped lightly over the sand and towards the growing crowd. Hair flashed with the light of the fire as pale skin shimmered as brightly as the white sand beneath her bare feet. Green eyes flashed in the fire as she slipped deeper into the throng of people. Long scar became visible as she looked around slowly. It curled over the bridge of her nose to run over her cheek and up to the top of her jaw. The sign of a fighter. Still no one seemed to notice her yet as skirt shifted in the light breeze around her thighs and beads clicked together on the beads around her ankles. Turning her head she looked around the crowd, and over most of it with her height. What was she even expecting to find? Hand came out of the crowd and caught the edge of her tank top causing the redhead to stumble backwards slightly before she got the hand off of her clothes. Men.
Lose your mind.
Lose it now.
Lose your clothes
In the crowd.
We're delirious.
Tear it down
'Til the sun comes back around.
[/right]Lose it now.
Lose your clothes
In the crowd.
We're delirious.
Tear it down
'Til the sun comes back around.
Music flowed through the girl and she started to sway as she walked. Moonlight and firelight glinting off of scars on her pale skin as she made her way to a small break in the crowd, the perfect place for her to stand and wait. Firelight lit up her earthtone clothing and flashed brightly in her red hair as she began to move with the music. Hips swayed and arms lifted above her head and she began to move. Body moved with the grace of someone who danced often, or fought often enough. As she moved her skirt slipped lower on her hips and revealed a large scar that dipped below the skirt’s edge, but that wasn’t all. A tattoo. Placed delicately against her pale skin was a russet red tattoo that few would recognize as meaningful. To the right person it meant friend. To the wrong person it meant freak. The girl either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Right now she was letting go and she was hunting. What better place to hunt then where the prey will come to you. Guess you’ve just got to have Faythe.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
Character: Faythe {Foxy} Smith
Lyrics: “Take it Off” by Kesha
Word Count: 625 w/o lyrics (Bleh not so fantasmic)
Mood:Spaz
Other: Just getting back into the swing of things. Excuse the horror that is my first post in awhile.[/blockquote]