09-21-2010, 12:57 PM
Andorra felt dreary, her mind spinning ater the encounter with the girl. She knew it was futile to try to call out to her, to bring her back. The feeling of loneliness spread through her like wildfire. She had always hated being alone, especially in the dark. These childhood fears had remained all 17 years of her life. "H-hello?" She yelled aloud, not to the girl, but to anyone listening. It seemed as if she was sitting on a cloud. Or was it snow? Ashes? Oh god, don't let me be alone here, she thought silently in her head. Her dark blue-ish black hair blew slightly in the wind, her side-swept, swooped-like bangs falling into her face.
Andorra May Deveraux blinked her pale blue eyes and rubbed her semi-pale arms to try to warm herself. Who knew, up here in the clouds, it could be so chilly? She thought it had something to do with cold and warm air, but she never really paid attention in science. It wasn't her thing. When she looked down at herself, she saw she was still in her soft black skirt, black and blue corset-like top held by spaghetti straps, and black flats with lovely light blue stockings which accentuated her pale eyes and blue-black hair. She turned her head, seeing two other figures, along with that frightening, malicious, cruel white skull.
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