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| running up that hill. |
May 29th, 2012 9:44:42 am - Subscribe |
| Lisbeth Mortonherst ran up to the top of Barinbeck hill at a fast paced sprint. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hands soiled in the dirt she had used as leverage to run as fast as she possibly could up the hill. Always running, she was unsure about the last time she had stopped to hydrate and catch a quick breath. Danger was closing in and there was nothing else she could do but run. Flee in whichever direction the wolves howled at night, far far away from the city lights and all the night time commotion of drunk people spilling onto the streets and the dark ignorance of what goes on behind private doors. Lisbeth was a pale girl of eighteen, with a fierce strength and a sense of a adventure. Her eyes were piercing green, the sort of green that is almost neon; a wild child, they called her as she grew. She was symmetrically perfect in every way, with teeth that sparkled shining white. Her hair was thick with ample layers, her style was punk rock jet black. If you glanced at her without truly noticing, you may have thought she was the Devil's child or someone with a FTW attitude, though this was only her outer mask. She wasn't goth, emo or sXe though. She did her own thing, free from the labels and self-fulfilling prophecies that society tried to burden her and all of her peers with. She was described by the people she touched as a unique wildfire that burned everyone that did her wrong. |
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