Post by APRIL SUMMERS on Nov 16, 2011 23:58:30 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
[/left]I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
The moon shone on the clean, dignified building of the vires. The sun had set but that didn't mean that the halls were quiet. Night guards and busy scientists still roamed the halls still and plently of nocturnal supernaturals were just getting up from a long day's sleep. In fact, that's what the gorgeous field officer was doing. She hated being forced into the night, never seeing the sun or seeing the good portion of her co-workers. Usually she'd be still in bed or having 'breakfast' in bed at this time on Saturdays like today, but she was out of her food stock and her next refill wasn't until tomorrow. The only place to get some blood then was the lounge.
She was dressed a plain black tank top and jeans which was rather unusual for her to wear such casual clothing in work and some of the passers by looked at her with surprised glances. She just glared, like she'd ever loose respect because she ran out of blood. Finally, the first door to the lounge. She pushed the door open and strolled into the large kitchen. She opened the fridge door and rubbed her neck. Most vampires could handle this point of hunger-but the frequency she drank made this much more irritating. She peered in the fridge and closed her eyes in frustration. "Seriously, no blood?" she whispered to herself and pursed her lips. She closed the fridge and walked over to the counter and lifted herself up effortlessly. She sat on the cold counter, her feet dangling a half food from the floor, an annoyed look on her face.
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
NOTES :: 'w' XD :[
OUTFIT :: here
MUSIC :: My Favorite song Playlist
LYRICS :: Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
CREDIT :: Made by Goldy!
OUTFIT :: here
MUSIC :: My Favorite song Playlist
LYRICS :: Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
CREDIT :: Made by Goldy!