Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 1:27:14 GMT
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Groups upon groups of teenagers marched down the sidewalks of Flandres, matching the appearance of some sort of whimsical parade. Each one held a distinct fashion style, portraying a slimmer of their personality. The only thing that could compete with their bright, bold and flamboyant fashion choices were the painted colors of the earth itself. Today, for whatever reason, the sun had decided to wiggle out of it's comfy cocoon, and so the other bright colors-- the tree's luscious green leaves, the playful blue sky, the fluffy white clouds-- were able to shine as well. It was almost as if these two groups were clashing with one another, trying their best to out shine the other. Though, none of this mattered for our heroine. Christina never took the time to smell the roses, nor notice the colors of the wind. Anything involving with fashion, beauty, or colors was something she doesn't care for. It's just not something that interests her.
To be fair, not many things interest the lass as a whole. From sports to fashion, nothing that doesn't involve music crosses her mind as intriguing. Something she does like, however, is burgers. Out of everything in the world, burgers is the one thing that keeps her sane after several long shifts in a row. For Christian, that deceased cow is her savior. This is why, after having such a horrid day, the blonde was scouring the city for a burger joint. May it be WcDonalds, Fries King, or 4 Guys-- Christian didn't care As long as there was buns, meat, and some mouth watering condiments, she would be content.
"Hell yeah!" There, upon the edge of the horizon stood a perfectly remolded WcDonalds, proudly flaunting it's newly furnished building. Even from where she stood, the cries of little girls and boys were apparent, reminding her of the days where she would demand to play in the indoor playground as well. Fortunately, her parents were no germaphobes, so getting approval was always an easy task. With a perfect stride, the blonde made her way down the sidewalk, pasting many meaningless clothing shops and teens. The only thing that was wild about her was the ponytail, bouncing up and down recklessly with each step. Even her headphones were perfectly fixed upon her head. One could sum up such an appearance with one word-- focused.
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Groups upon groups of teenagers marched down the sidewalks of Flandres, matching the appearance of some sort of whimsical parade. Each one held a distinct fashion style, portraying a slimmer of their personality. The only thing that could compete with their bright, bold and flamboyant fashion choices were the painted colors of the earth itself. Today, for whatever reason, the sun had decided to wiggle out of it's comfy cocoon, and so the other bright colors-- the tree's luscious green leaves, the playful blue sky, the fluffy white clouds-- were able to shine as well. It was almost as if these two groups were clashing with one another, trying their best to out shine the other. Though, none of this mattered for our heroine. Christina never took the time to smell the roses, nor notice the colors of the wind. Anything involving with fashion, beauty, or colors was something she doesn't care for. It's just not something that interests her.To be fair, not many things interest the lass as a whole. From sports to fashion, nothing that doesn't involve music crosses her mind as intriguing. Something she does like, however, is burgers. Out of everything in the world, burgers is the one thing that keeps her sane after several long shifts in a row. For Christian, that deceased cow is her savior. This is why, after having such a horrid day, the blonde was scouring the city for a burger joint. May it be WcDonalds, Fries King, or 4 Guys-- Christian didn't care As long as there was buns, meat, and some mouth watering condiments, she would be content.
"Hell yeah!" There, upon the edge of the horizon stood a perfectly remolded WcDonalds, proudly flaunting it's newly furnished building. Even from where she stood, the cries of little girls and boys were apparent, reminding her of the days where she would demand to play in the indoor playground as well. Fortunately, her parents were no germaphobes, so getting approval was always an easy task. With a perfect stride, the blonde made her way down the sidewalk, pasting many meaningless clothing shops and teens. The only thing that was wild about her was the ponytail, bouncing up and down recklessly with each step. Even her headphones were perfectly fixed upon her head. One could sum up such an appearance with one word-- focused.
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