05-16-2012, 01:27 PM
Black. It was the only color he seemed to wear these days. Perched atop his head was even a black fedora that was cocked slightly to the left. Brilliant pale eyes were the only hint of color on his ghost-colored flesh. As popular as he was, you would think the male would get my sun so his skin would deepen to a more attractive shade of gold. But, alas, not all were capable of such things for Noel's fair skin was all apart of who he was. Sickly looking, at times, Noel cared not for looks, but for wits and fashion for those seemed more formidable than physical features.
Flicking the black fringe that creeped to his eyes, the slender male leaned over the railing his hands had rapped themselves around. Eyes like search lights scanned the crowd, taking note of every person and every little detail. Charlotte was with Timmy. Jamison was scheming up a storm with Kessy and Diablo. Some of the skankier blondes were toppling over one another, losing themselves to the strength of the 100 proof alcohol that had been slipped in by The White Tigers (a band of bad boys that were known for knocking women up).
A sigh of boredom pursued his lips as his chin fell daintily into his turned up palm. Must everything be so… mundane?
Just when he thought things couldn't get any more boring, he watched as a new face entered their turf. Who was she, he immediately wondered. Popping out a slender tool that looked much like a PSP, he snapped a picture of the woman. Within seconds, her name was flashed upon the screen. Ah. A newbie looking for a pack to join. What a shame. She couldn't run with the goodies so she's turning to the baddies. Slipping the scanner into his pocket, he would have to thank his father later as it was his father that gave him the gift (more like Noel stole it but his father didn't even try to stop him).
With a devious grin washing onto his face, the male pushed himself off the railing. With a light thud, he landed in the crowd below, becoming just another face in the sea of sweaty, drunk Pretties.
Hawk-like eyes watched from afar to see how this woman would interact with his kind. Would she pass the test? Or would she prove to be too prude for his liking?
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