{HEY MISS MURDER CAN I MAKE BEAUTY STAY IF I TAKE MY LIFE?}

dress, shoes

Adria sighed as she walked down the sidewalk, black hair blowing in her face, blue extensions flailing everywhere. Yeah, blue hair, pink dress, doesn't exactly match. But Adria didn't care. Adria never cared what others thought about her apperance. She only cared what /she/ thought about her apperance. If she thought that one part of her outfit didn't look right, she would freak out and refuse to leave her home until she either found something to make the outfit work, or she changed her look completely.

She bit her lower lip as she thought about the past years of her life, running over the events in her head. The car accident, the long scar on her forearm, her scarred memories, her insane depression, and her joy for life. Yes, Adria was a very, very confused girl. As much as she hated her family, she cried each and every time she thought of them. Except for now. Now, she was in public. She was walking along a public street. There were people everywhere. Humans everywhere. Everywhere.

Wrapped in her thoughts, she didn't realize that she was no longer paying attention to where she was walking. As usual. Had she been paying attention, she would have noticed that a girl was jogging straight towards her. Had she been paying attention, she would have moved out of the girls way. Had she been paying attention, she would have avoided a colision with the girl. But she wasn't.

The tiny frame of the thin girl crashed to the ground, eyes flashing a dangerous shade of yellow out of surprise. Normally, she would have looked away from the girl, worried that she might have noticed. But this girl was not human. She knew that. And Adria was pretty sure that the girl knew that she wasn't human either. As she stayed frozen to her spot on the concrete, she stared up at the girl, confused and curious at the same time. She didn't know what to think, or do. It had been quite a while since she had encountered another of her kind besides her family.

And for the first time in her life, Adria was speechless.

{WE SEEM SO FAR AWAY FROM WHO WE ARE}

Without a word, Adria took the girls hand, quickly standing up, then brushing herself off. Taking a brief moment to check her palms, she found, unfortunately, that they were stratched and bleeding. Glancing at her reflection in the nearest store window, she saw her eyes were back to their normal shade of copper brown. But she still felt a surge of energy that she always felt before changing.

But she couldn't change. Not here. Not now.

Now, all Adria wanted was to get out of the streets, away from the crowd of people, and learn more about this girl. This mysterious girl who knew. This mysterious girl who was of her kind. Gazing into the eyes of the girl, Adria began walking a bit, looking behind her periodically to look for the girl. When she got to a corner, she followed it, and waited for the girl, just behind the corner.

As the girl turned the corner, Adria came face to face with her, meerly an inch away from her face. She had no idea what she was doing, except that she honestly had no idea what she was doing. "Loup-garou..." she whispered, then turned around, hugging herself with thin arms, afraid now, for some reason, to look at the girl.