Valkyrja
Brat
- Joined
- Jan 26, 2009
- Location
- East Coast, USA
Melissa Jade Hawley, preferably known as “Mel” or “Jade,” stepped out into the cool, refreshing night air. It was about 11:00PM, not too late for a Thursday night but Mel had nothing more than the thought of sleep caressing her mind. It had been a long day at work and Mel was still winding down from the stress of her last semester at community college which had only ended a few days ago. Looking up into the night sky, the sky sparkled with a multitude of stars, yet the lack of moon gave the night an eerie feel. The light from the stars coaxed Mel’s pale skin as she walked to the parking lot through the back alleyway, a soft song humming under her breath. Everything seemed so peaceful and the calm spring smell comforted her on the way to her car.
Mel was always a pretty girl but never anything more since she never liked to show off her body and the clothes she dressed in made her look slightly more than average. Standing at a short 5’3” and a decent one-hundred and thirty pounds gave her the perfect curves to even out her rather voluptuous body. A black zip-up sweatshirt with the words Sal’s music shop on the back covered her frame and a pair of thigh-tight jeans covered her legs. A red tank top showed off just enough cleavage underneath the sweatshirt to give the illusion of what she hid underneath. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, the dark auburn locks normally reaching down to her mid-back when left free. Freckles lined her nose and caused her dark blue eyes to stand out. Any bystander would consider this girl, just from her looks, to be as innocent as a child, even with her love for heavy music or obsession with tattoos and piercings. Speaking of tattoos and piercings she had very few, a fear of needles standing in the way of her going further than slightly gauged ears or a small tattoo of a musical note on her thumb.
The soles of her shoes smacked against the concrete of the alleyway as she continued for her car. The small purse dangling from her right shoulder slid down her arm and she paused for a moment, opening the purse to grab her iPod before starting to walk again. Her eyes were focused on the light shining from the small screen as she scrolled through the list of music contained in the small MP3 player. A big flaw of hers was patience and having to sit in her car for a few extra seconds to find a song to listen to on her drive home was one of her odd pet peeves; she always had to find a song to listen to before she got settled in her car.
Mel was always a pretty girl but never anything more since she never liked to show off her body and the clothes she dressed in made her look slightly more than average. Standing at a short 5’3” and a decent one-hundred and thirty pounds gave her the perfect curves to even out her rather voluptuous body. A black zip-up sweatshirt with the words Sal’s music shop on the back covered her frame and a pair of thigh-tight jeans covered her legs. A red tank top showed off just enough cleavage underneath the sweatshirt to give the illusion of what she hid underneath. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, the dark auburn locks normally reaching down to her mid-back when left free. Freckles lined her nose and caused her dark blue eyes to stand out. Any bystander would consider this girl, just from her looks, to be as innocent as a child, even with her love for heavy music or obsession with tattoos and piercings. Speaking of tattoos and piercings she had very few, a fear of needles standing in the way of her going further than slightly gauged ears or a small tattoo of a musical note on her thumb.
The soles of her shoes smacked against the concrete of the alleyway as she continued for her car. The small purse dangling from her right shoulder slid down her arm and she paused for a moment, opening the purse to grab her iPod before starting to walk again. Her eyes were focused on the light shining from the small screen as she scrolled through the list of music contained in the small MP3 player. A big flaw of hers was patience and having to sit in her car for a few extra seconds to find a song to listen to on her drive home was one of her odd pet peeves; she always had to find a song to listen to before she got settled in her car.