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« Thread Started on Feb 4, 2006, 8:23pm » | |
L.A. isn't exactly the kind of place known for peace and tranquility. Anyone could turn on their TV and see that. Gangs, drug busts, and shoot outs all were common on these streets. And besides the normal, what could be called petty violence, the battles for Eden were played out on the winding paved pathways that snakes through the city. Which is why a quiet moment of peace there might be seen as ethereal.
It was noon, and the sun was slightly obscured by trailing clouds, dark with unfallen snow. The sunlight was bright but weak, glinting on the slightly colorless garden located outside the Central Library. It was winter, and the normally lush, well maintained garden was mostly bare branches and browning leaves. The air was mostly still, and just cold enough to turn the breaths of the teenage girl lounging on a bench into puffs of steam. She followed one cloud's ascension to the sky with detached amusement, leaning back and lacing her fingers together behind her head, eyes on the distant clouds.
The girl looked to be 17, though if one could have gotten a glimpse into her light brown eyes they might have been deceived into thinking she was much older. She was slender, with hardly noticeable muscles, and had stick straight brown hair that fell to her elbows. Her features were pale, with the look of a porcelain doll; thin arching brows, naturally thick eyelashes, and thick pink lips that were, at the moment, being gnawed on by a row of even white teeth. She was dressed in a plain dark blue button up shirt, with the collar turned up. A knee length black jacket was wrapped around her shoulders and hung open to reveal her slender frame. Baggy black jeans were secured to her hips with a thick black belt, and heavy black boots protected her feet. A worn black messenger bag lay beside her on the bench, seemingly innocent enough unless you viewed the contents. Inside the bag were a pair of shiny Colts, the girl's best friends. Her name was Sparrow, and she was a Messiah.
But at the moment, the sparrow was content to sit and enjoy the peace of the moment. She liked this library... it was old, according to the people who she had asked. Built in the late 20's, then restored after a fire. There was something the young siren liked about that. She couldn't put her finger on it just now, but it would come to her some time. Probably right when she needed to concentrate on something, like in the middle of an exorcism. Her lips twitched into a smile at the thought and she closed her eyes.
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