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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 5, 2009
It was late at night in the city. The streets were wet from a recent rainstorm. Her bare feet stepped in one of the puddles on the sidewalk, making a small slash as it broke the surface of the water.
Her arms were crossed and her head was down, her eyes on the sidewalk on which she walked. Her long black hair that cascaded down her back was messy and her pale skin had smudges of dirt here and there. Her body was small, she stood only 5â 2â and her limbs were thin. Her arms had bruises on them of many colors and many ages, as well as markings from where she had been repeatedly injected. She could have easily been mistaken for a drug user, the marks were identical. Her clothing was minimal, consisting only of what looked like a very drab sleeveless, white nightgown that came down to her knees. It could have been a large pillowcase with holes for her head and arms. The thin white fabric was dirtied and torn in some places. Her eyes were a sapphire blue, with a hollow look to them. She looked like she may have been beautiful at one point in time, a pretty girl right out of high school, but now she looked like she had walked out of an insane asylum.
Her pace was slow, tired, and aimless. She had been running for a long while, from them, the ones who changed her. The ones who made her not quite human. Something powerful but uncontrolled, and something they were trying desperately to get back.
Her arms were crossed and her head was down, her eyes on the sidewalk on which she walked. Her long black hair that cascaded down her back was messy and her pale skin had smudges of dirt here and there. Her body was small, she stood only 5â 2â and her limbs were thin. Her arms had bruises on them of many colors and many ages, as well as markings from where she had been repeatedly injected. She could have easily been mistaken for a drug user, the marks were identical. Her clothing was minimal, consisting only of what looked like a very drab sleeveless, white nightgown that came down to her knees. It could have been a large pillowcase with holes for her head and arms. The thin white fabric was dirtied and torn in some places. Her eyes were a sapphire blue, with a hollow look to them. She looked like she may have been beautiful at one point in time, a pretty girl right out of high school, but now she looked like she had walked out of an insane asylum.
Her pace was slow, tired, and aimless. She had been running for a long while, from them, the ones who changed her. The ones who made her not quite human. Something powerful but uncontrolled, and something they were trying desperately to get back.