And over here, right in downtown, there's a figure in a hoodie making her way down the sidewalk, slightly hunched in on herself. Everything about her body language says they want to be left alone, but there are still a number of locals dogging her heels none-the-less.
"Are you sure we've never met?" one asks, "You look awfully familiar."
He puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to turn her around. She does stop walking then, but doesn't turn. Over her shoulder she says something to them. It's impossible to make out the words, but whatever it was, it makes the locals stop. The hand drops from her shoulder limply, and the men all stand, apparently dumbfounded as she shoves past one to continue on her way. As soon as she rounds a corner, the men seem to blink back to awareness, and are loudly confused by her sudden disappearance.
Around the corner, the girl presses her back against a wall, and wraps her arms tightly around herself.
Jeopardy.
Laura's a little less reserved in a city where she's far less recognized. Though why the hell she is here, she has no idea. It's definitely not to be a celebrity judge. The pets are cute and all, she supposes, but she's just here as an observer, that's all.
So she slowly meanders she show floor, arms crossed, and lips pressed together tightly. She looks uncomfortable in that way people look when they're in a place they don't particularly enjoy, but they have nowhere else to be.
Laura Wilson | The Wicked + The Divine
And over here, right in downtown, there's a figure in a hoodie making her way down the sidewalk, slightly hunched in on herself. Everything about her body language says they want to be left alone, but there are still a number of locals dogging her heels none-the-less.
"Are you sure we've never met?" one asks, "You look awfully familiar."
He puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to turn her around. She does stop walking then, but doesn't turn. Over her shoulder she says something to them. It's impossible to make out the words, but whatever it was, it makes the locals stop. The hand drops from her shoulder limply, and the men all stand, apparently dumbfounded as she shoves past one to continue on her way. As soon as she rounds a corner, the men seem to blink back to awareness, and are loudly confused by her sudden disappearance.
Around the corner, the girl presses her back against a wall, and wraps her arms tightly around herself.
Jeopardy.
Laura's a little less reserved in a city where she's far less recognized. Though why the hell she is here, she has no idea. It's definitely not to be a celebrity judge. The pets are cute and all, she supposes, but she's just here as an observer, that's all.
So she slowly meanders she show floor, arms crossed, and lips pressed together tightly. She looks uncomfortable in that way people look when they're in a place they don't particularly enjoy, but they have nowhere else to be.
So, a little less reserved. Not much.