Post by ai on Aug 1, 2011 15:29:32 GMT -5
I walked into the cab. My long red hair pulled into pigtails, a white T-Shirt, torn up jeans and black tennis shoes. I had tan, flawless skin except for the few (12) scars I had. I had an anklet from India on my right ankle and a red and black backpace. On my belt a knife was strapped. My knife was bloody, very bloddy. I whistled once and a Raven flew in and landed on my right shoulder. I craked my neck and threw my backpack on an empty bed. Jesus Christ was the room ready for war, I thought. I smirked, I'm home.