The Nightingale
She/her
Twenty four
November 11
Slateport
Heterosexual
Assistant
executive
Defiance in her flesh, her blood, her bones; written on her soul
a most peculiar flower
POSTED ON Feb 7, 2019 20:17:09 GMT
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Isra was not unused to the approach of another, especially in places such as this. She was well aware of how she stood out in a crowd and how it attracted people. It was often something she used to her advantage and tonight was no different, she wore a form fitting dress, hair up in a high ponytail to complete the elegance of her attire and give her a look almost exotic, a side effect of her pale skin being paired with tallness, long legs and heels making her a little over six feet tall. She was looking for something, though the attention she was getting wasn't quite right.
The woman would play along nonetheless.
"Thank you, if you feel so inclined then I am not inclined to stop you." her face was a perfectly neutral smile, accepting but not overly so. She looks the woman over and cannot be entirely certain if she has seen her or not. There are many more faces in her life now than there had been only months ago and many leave her eyesight as quickly as they reach it.
"Though I do believe it is customary to give one's name when making such an approach, no?" her smile turned much more inviting. Encouraging even. Though this woman was not what she was looking for it would take her away from the eyes of those she was looking for even less.
@mik
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