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Dreamer-
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It was early, before noon and the sun was up, shinning high in the sky. The weather was hot and slightly humid, making everything sticky and overheated. But, for Dreamer, it seemed like a pretty good day to move in with her brother... If she could even call him that. She hardly knew him, since their parents' divorce early in her childhood... She was only able to see him on 'special occations'. Still, she liked to think she had another person to reply on.
She was currently out in the parking lot of her brother's place, car in the drive-way and lugage right beside it. Dreamer calmly slinged her back pack over she shoulders' and went to the front door. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over every piece of the place, vaugely woundering what it would be like to step inside. What type of place her older brother lived in... Surely from the outside it seemed respectable. No kegs in the front yard, firecrackers or tipped over lawn chairs. But amuzment dose flash through her eyes at that certain memory of a party with some of her friends. But as she knocks on the door it dies quickly.
Dreamer was around 18 now, moderate hight, wearing normal comfy clothing. Her hair was a sleek black, but when hit by the light a certain way, turned golden-brown. It reached far down her back side as she tended to keep it down. And with its lenght she of course go it tangled quiet frequently. But she hardly cared what her hair looked like. Dreamer's eyes are a sharp electric-blue, seeming like shards of ice or sometimes soft... If you catch her in a pleasent mood. Her body is lean, slightly thin but with curves in all the right places. Stronger then she looks but more light on her feet then anything.
As she waited calmly at the doorstep, for her brother to answer, she fiddled with her purse's strap, finding the idea interesting that after all this time... She was actually going to see her brother, and get to know him. Wether it will turn out good or bad is the question, but she wasn't eager for an answer just yet. Lets first get past the formalitys.
She was currently out in the parking lot of her brother's place, car in the drive-way and lugage right beside it. Dreamer calmly slinged her back pack over she shoulders' and went to the front door. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over every piece of the place, vaugely woundering what it would be like to step inside. What type of place her older brother lived in... Surely from the outside it seemed respectable. No kegs in the front yard, firecrackers or tipped over lawn chairs. But amuzment dose flash through her eyes at that certain memory of a party with some of her friends. But as she knocks on the door it dies quickly.
Dreamer was around 18 now, moderate hight, wearing normal comfy clothing. Her hair was a sleek black, but when hit by the light a certain way, turned golden-brown. It reached far down her back side as she tended to keep it down. And with its lenght she of course go it tangled quiet frequently. But she hardly cared what her hair looked like. Dreamer's eyes are a sharp electric-blue, seeming like shards of ice or sometimes soft... If you catch her in a pleasent mood. Her body is lean, slightly thin but with curves in all the right places. Stronger then she looks but more light on her feet then anything.
As she waited calmly at the doorstep, for her brother to answer, she fiddled with her purse's strap, finding the idea interesting that after all this time... She was actually going to see her brother, and get to know him. Wether it will turn out good or bad is the question, but she wasn't eager for an answer just yet. Lets first get past the formalitys.