06-05-2018, 02:46 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"][color=black]A sudden voice startles the young woman, visibly flinching away from the origin of the sound. Mare likes to think that she's cool and composed, but there is no denying how in tune she is with her flight response. Cursing under her breath, the brown-haired girl twists to face the new arrival. Ah, hot bar guy. He probably doesn't remember her, which is understandable. Unfortunately, his first impression of her is that she's some fashion-impaired girl who is easily frightened. Great. Wonderful. Her unease is caused by a variety of factors. First, she is in an unknown guy's house for some sort of party. Second, she has no friends or relatives to drag with her so she's not alone. Third, the whole rebellion thing really makes a girl jumpy. Just because it's over on paper doesn't mean she's inherently safe. Or maybe Mare's just paranoid. Who knows?
Mare wrinkles her nose at his question. Odd colored eyes flicker up and down his form, taking him in. He doesn't look stupid. Maybe he's nervous and just asking stupid questions? Because she is obviously confused and arguably stupid so why would he ask her if she knows anything about anything? "Hopefully," responds the young woman finally, scrunching up her face into an expression that says "I have no idea what the hell I'm doing but fuck it" and gives a shrug. "I mean, we both showed up here and the door's open and there's decorations so I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that it's the right place." She's babbling. Stop babbling. She's out of her comfort zone and she's talking to a hot guy. Maybe Mare's just doomed to fail at life. The girl laughs nervously and awkwardly strides further into the room. Unable to resist the urge to snack, she sneakily grabs a piece of cheese from a platter and pops it into her mouth while the guy isn't looking.
Wondering when the host will arrive, she looks to her companion once more. "So, uh, my name is Mare Young. What's yours?" The whole party is supposed to be a get-together, right? Which means she should introduce herself, right? Plus, Mare is fairly certain the ghost of her teenage sister will return from the fields of asphodel to punch her in the goddamn face if she fails to even exchange names with this attractive dude.
Mare wrinkles her nose at his question. Odd colored eyes flicker up and down his form, taking him in. He doesn't look stupid. Maybe he's nervous and just asking stupid questions? Because she is obviously confused and arguably stupid so why would he ask her if she knows anything about anything? "Hopefully," responds the young woman finally, scrunching up her face into an expression that says "I have no idea what the hell I'm doing but fuck it" and gives a shrug. "I mean, we both showed up here and the door's open and there's decorations so I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that it's the right place." She's babbling. Stop babbling. She's out of her comfort zone and she's talking to a hot guy. Maybe Mare's just doomed to fail at life. The girl laughs nervously and awkwardly strides further into the room. Unable to resist the urge to snack, she sneakily grabs a piece of cheese from a platter and pops it into her mouth while the guy isn't looking.
Wondering when the host will arrive, she looks to her companion once more. "So, uh, my name is Mare Young. What's yours?" The whole party is supposed to be a get-together, right? Which means she should introduce herself, right? Plus, Mare is fairly certain the ghost of her teenage sister will return from the fields of asphodel to punch her in the goddamn face if she fails to even exchange names with this attractive dude.
JOLENE, I'M BEGGIN' OF YOU
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