--metropolis squanders {mingxi&sura}
sura stands at the empty area of the school, looking up at the barbed fence. she wasn't so physically incapable now she mused. long legs, she doesn't have to lie -- she can do it.
the anxiousness never comes, unlike most people rule breaking is risky business not to be tended for and rather an avoidance for the better of whatever they think. not to this particular girl. hot headed and forceful she always gets what she wants at the end.
by the time she makes it down the fence with a tear in her black jeans she curses the melted snow under her bottom. a great look for the city.
the city, where can she begin? they say you find love, they say you can loose yourself in a ecstasy like spiral, poetic really.
she struts pass secondary conservative students and disapproving mothers that create judgements based off her clothing choice. leather and black, the most favourable fashion as of late (her being a regular criminal shoplifting in the stores of american apparel or urban outfitters.)
a voice, nothing special -- but she has heard it before. there is a lot of issues based on where her trust lies, falling too easily into other's hands and asking to get crushed. but there is a special, exciting art of luring sura finds intricate and manipulatable.
oh this voice, she knows it.
