Post by riley on Jul 11, 2008 13:18:17 GMT -5
&&. we don't want your headlines.
Socks, that’s what she needed. A cheap pair of socks would do just fine, as long as the girl had something covering her feet for her evening jog. It could have been said that fitness was mandatory to the girl, especially now that sports were no longer accessible for Riley. Her eyes wandered the shelves, eventually darting every which way towards the people that surrounded her. They were so vulnerable, she realized. Almost so much as to be completely approachable, something Riley Bureaux could easily take advantage of. To their eyes, she was gorgeous; out of their league and completely unflawed. Riley could quickly ask them out on a ‘date’ of some sort, or even befriend a female into a shopping extravaganza……
No. Self-Control is vital, Riley. She had such a terrible habit to go out and snatch anything she wanted, and somehow thought anything could instantly be hers. Of course, over several years of learning the truth (the hard way), the girl who had now turned nineteen was somehow able to know the difference between accessible and non.
Right, socks. That’s what she was here for, not to fetch her dinner. No, she had much more control over herself than that, didn’t she? Well, not taking into mind the other day at the gas station, and the night over by the woods, and the - ….oh, what did it matter, anyways? She was a vampire on the loose, she had to get hungry every now and then. But it could wait until after she worked out - lord knew she was particularly starving after a good jog.
She bumped into someone on her way towards the check-out - someone rather eye-catching, though Riley knew it was only because she was hungry, not because she found them attractive - and merely glared at them and continued on. If someone wanted to converse with the girl, ( however desperate they might be for human contact), they could speak their mind. In Riley’s mindset, her time was to be wasted on no human being, lest they be dinner.
[/size][/center]No. Self-Control is vital, Riley. She had such a terrible habit to go out and snatch anything she wanted, and somehow thought anything could instantly be hers. Of course, over several years of learning the truth (the hard way), the girl who had now turned nineteen was somehow able to know the difference between accessible and non.
Right, socks. That’s what she was here for, not to fetch her dinner. No, she had much more control over herself than that, didn’t she? Well, not taking into mind the other day at the gas station, and the night over by the woods, and the - ….oh, what did it matter, anyways? She was a vampire on the loose, she had to get hungry every now and then. But it could wait until after she worked out - lord knew she was particularly starving after a good jog.
She bumped into someone on her way towards the check-out - someone rather eye-catching, though Riley knew it was only because she was hungry, not because she found them attractive - and merely glared at them and continued on. If someone wanted to converse with the girl, ( however desperate they might be for human contact), they could speak their mind. In Riley’s mindset, her time was to be wasted on no human being, lest they be dinner.