Torriana Marx
Oct 24th, 2001, 05:25:38 PM
OOC: The first time I tried joining with this chara, things didn't turn out all too well, and this was partly my fault due to not being around often enough. But, well ... here I am again! v^-^;;
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A young girl walked through the halls of the GJO Recruitment Center, her pace rather slow and steps irregular. The heels of her high black boots echoed disturbingly in the silence, and even more unpredictable was the sudden halt she came to.
Clad entirely in black leather, Torri's dark make-up and pale visage, framed by jet-black hair, wasn't quite the image one would conceive when thinking of a stereotypical Jedi, but then again, looks could very well be deceiving. COULD.
The newcomer's eyes, appearing unnaturally sunken in, scanned the seemingly empty chamber. Her patience riding thin, she crossed her arms over her chest and began tapping the floor with her foot. Kissing her teeth in needless exasperation, she called out into the vast expanse: "HELLO?!!"
Silence.
Well. Lovely first impression that made, I'm sure.
Gritting her teeth, "Yeah, well ... I don't like to be kept waiting."
As I always say: if times of desperation, burn. You'll feel a lot better, and they'll be very impressed by your determination to get your point across, no?
Torri frowned and paused, as though contemplating the gesture. A few seconds passed before she hesitantly came to a wary decision. "They weren't too happy last I tried that. Besides ... this bunch are meant to be the happy-go-lucky sort. I somehow doubt whether they'll gawk over fire."
She giggled, picturing the ensuing destruction in her head. "Pretty. People don't appreciate good art nearly as much as they should."
The voice, had it a body, would've at this point shrugged nonchalantly. Suit yourself.
"Don't try use reverse psychology on me!"
I'm not.
"Are too!"
To the casual onlooker, this disturbed teenager would look as through she was talking to herself ... though this was pretty much the truth. Pity, really.
Am not!
***
A young girl walked through the halls of the GJO Recruitment Center, her pace rather slow and steps irregular. The heels of her high black boots echoed disturbingly in the silence, and even more unpredictable was the sudden halt she came to.
Clad entirely in black leather, Torri's dark make-up and pale visage, framed by jet-black hair, wasn't quite the image one would conceive when thinking of a stereotypical Jedi, but then again, looks could very well be deceiving. COULD.
The newcomer's eyes, appearing unnaturally sunken in, scanned the seemingly empty chamber. Her patience riding thin, she crossed her arms over her chest and began tapping the floor with her foot. Kissing her teeth in needless exasperation, she called out into the vast expanse: "HELLO?!!"
Silence.
Well. Lovely first impression that made, I'm sure.
Gritting her teeth, "Yeah, well ... I don't like to be kept waiting."
As I always say: if times of desperation, burn. You'll feel a lot better, and they'll be very impressed by your determination to get your point across, no?
Torri frowned and paused, as though contemplating the gesture. A few seconds passed before she hesitantly came to a wary decision. "They weren't too happy last I tried that. Besides ... this bunch are meant to be the happy-go-lucky sort. I somehow doubt whether they'll gawk over fire."
She giggled, picturing the ensuing destruction in her head. "Pretty. People don't appreciate good art nearly as much as they should."
The voice, had it a body, would've at this point shrugged nonchalantly. Suit yourself.
"Don't try use reverse psychology on me!"
I'm not.
"Are too!"
To the casual onlooker, this disturbed teenager would look as through she was talking to herself ... though this was pretty much the truth. Pity, really.
Am not!