Post by Larxene on Jul 29, 2007 17:33:02 GMT -5
She lounged beneath a streetlight in the perpetually darkened town. It was here the moon never ceased to set unto the horizon--one hidden by shops and alleys that were quite infinite in their maze. It seemed as though Traverse Town, itself, was but a maze. A maze entwined with the townsfolk so blissfully walking about, completely oblivious to the destruction taking place only miles from it's outskirts.
She smirked a bit at the thought.
Larxene began to tug at the sides of a bag of sorts, opening it to be greeted by the overpowering dust cloud of onion, cheddar and crumb. Much like that of a simplistic civilian, she instantly dug her hand to the bag to retrieve a handful of chips to stuff in her mouth before slouching back into her seat... 'These park benches are nice.'
Why did it always seem like she was extremely inactive? Wherever she went, she either read and sat, or ate and sat.
What a fat ass.
She smirked a bit at the thought.
Larxene began to tug at the sides of a bag of sorts, opening it to be greeted by the overpowering dust cloud of onion, cheddar and crumb. Much like that of a simplistic civilian, she instantly dug her hand to the bag to retrieve a handful of chips to stuff in her mouth before slouching back into her seat... 'These park benches are nice.'
Why did it always seem like she was extremely inactive? Wherever she went, she either read and sat, or ate and sat.
What a fat ass.