Post by brighid on Jul 4, 2009 23:21:45 GMT -5
There had been a few instances where Brighid had encountered those of a race that she had not known to exist. Perhaps she had been naïve before; perhaps she was still. The few that she had encountered were all of the friendly type. She had been uneasy before, but being as open minded as she was, Brighid had not found it hard to accept them for what and who they were. That had been some time ago, and she had met no others of the like, but she knew that this fact meant nothing. What she wasn’t sure of was how the humans who did know where dealing with the various races of the supernatural. From her experience, humans were not the most accepting of beings, often striking out in fear or hatred. Perhaps this was true in this predicament… and perhaps not. She hadn’t heard of anything, but then again, she had not known of anything supernatural in the city, and yet they had still been there. The young woman was confused, her outlook on life altered, but she remained stable, unnerved by her meetings with the likable few that she had met. She enjoyed the company of others, after all. Their auras had all been different, but she had still rejoiced in the presence of another.
This evening, Brighid sat near the window of her small, simple apartment, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it drew closer. Today, she was sketching out various designs alluding to the Celts. Such was the origin of her family, and she took great interest in it. The intricate knots began to take form, the graphite of her pencil flowing over the thin rice paper. Green. Gold. These were the colors she saw within her mind as she drew the colorless designs. Her breaths came is slow, even rhythms, calmed by the peace of the environment and the tranquility of silence. CRIMSON. EGGPLANT. YELLOW… There was a sudden change of mood within her, and the pencil took off, the designs becoming more abstract and chaotic. Light green eyes stared intensely at the paper and at nothing all at once. Her sudden change in emotion took over. She wasn’t sure how long she had been drawing for, but when she was complete, there were small beads of perspiration which dotted along her brow and hairline. She looked up at the window, realizing that it was suddenly dim outside.
There was a growl that came from her stomach, and the small meow of her cat came in reply. Leaving the paper and pencil near the window, she stood, making her way toward the kitchen, aware of how hungry she had become. A long, slender hand reached out, grasping the handle of the fridge and opening it. A sigh of frustration. She had forgotten that she needed food. The fridge was absolutely empty. Brighid tended to do that, allow her food supply to run out completely before going out to restock. Luckily, she still had food for the cat. Filling the bowl, she grabbed her keys and her dark leather bag and left the apartment. Descending, the young woman practically skipped down the steps, apparently still in a good mood.
This evening, she was wearing a plain hematite hued t-shirt with only one actual sleeve and a leather strap for the other. Her dark wash jeans hugged and clung to her lithe legs. On her feet were plain sandals with faux silver colored leather that hugged her foot. Her toes were visible, unpainted and cleanly cut. As always, the crysacola amulet hung around her neck, falling to navel-level. Her bright auburn hair bounced freely about her as she walked a light-spirited gait. She made her way to the nearest super, walking through the automatic doors and grabbing a basket in fluid motions. She began to hum a quiet, bouncy tune as she navigated through the store.
Passing through the aisles, she grabbed a small carton of 2% milk, some cheese, a loaf of whole-wheat bread, a large bottle of water, a head of lettuce, and a couple tomatoes. She went to the cashier and paid for her items. Making her way towards the entrance, carrying her purchases in a brown paper bag, she stole a glance at the sky. It was now fully dark. As usually, her paranoia began to set in. What if there’s trouble?... She shook her head slightly. No, she shouldn’t worry. Nothing had ever happened. Why now? Content and in control of her emotions once more, she exited the stores and made her way on to the streets.
This evening, Brighid sat near the window of her small, simple apartment, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it drew closer. Today, she was sketching out various designs alluding to the Celts. Such was the origin of her family, and she took great interest in it. The intricate knots began to take form, the graphite of her pencil flowing over the thin rice paper. Green. Gold. These were the colors she saw within her mind as she drew the colorless designs. Her breaths came is slow, even rhythms, calmed by the peace of the environment and the tranquility of silence. CRIMSON. EGGPLANT. YELLOW… There was a sudden change of mood within her, and the pencil took off, the designs becoming more abstract and chaotic. Light green eyes stared intensely at the paper and at nothing all at once. Her sudden change in emotion took over. She wasn’t sure how long she had been drawing for, but when she was complete, there were small beads of perspiration which dotted along her brow and hairline. She looked up at the window, realizing that it was suddenly dim outside.
There was a growl that came from her stomach, and the small meow of her cat came in reply. Leaving the paper and pencil near the window, she stood, making her way toward the kitchen, aware of how hungry she had become. A long, slender hand reached out, grasping the handle of the fridge and opening it. A sigh of frustration. She had forgotten that she needed food. The fridge was absolutely empty. Brighid tended to do that, allow her food supply to run out completely before going out to restock. Luckily, she still had food for the cat. Filling the bowl, she grabbed her keys and her dark leather bag and left the apartment. Descending, the young woman practically skipped down the steps, apparently still in a good mood.
This evening, she was wearing a plain hematite hued t-shirt with only one actual sleeve and a leather strap for the other. Her dark wash jeans hugged and clung to her lithe legs. On her feet were plain sandals with faux silver colored leather that hugged her foot. Her toes were visible, unpainted and cleanly cut. As always, the crysacola amulet hung around her neck, falling to navel-level. Her bright auburn hair bounced freely about her as she walked a light-spirited gait. She made her way to the nearest super, walking through the automatic doors and grabbing a basket in fluid motions. She began to hum a quiet, bouncy tune as she navigated through the store.
Passing through the aisles, she grabbed a small carton of 2% milk, some cheese, a loaf of whole-wheat bread, a large bottle of water, a head of lettuce, and a couple tomatoes. She went to the cashier and paid for her items. Making her way towards the entrance, carrying her purchases in a brown paper bag, she stole a glance at the sky. It was now fully dark. As usually, her paranoia began to set in. What if there’s trouble?... She shook her head slightly. No, she shouldn’t worry. Nothing had ever happened. Why now? Content and in control of her emotions once more, she exited the stores and made her way on to the streets.