| This is an introductory piece for the character of Lacey Kale, who will furthermore be the main protagonist in all pieces to follow. Here we go! ~~~~ Her skirt seemed to be made of feathers and stars. With each step she took, her belt seemed to draw light from the surrounding buildings. The auburn hair which sprouted jovially from her head reached down to the middle of her back. When she walked, it seemed to shimmer lightly; reflecting the buildings around her dully. To the others walking down the crowded city street, she was a cat among mice. This extraordinary woman seemed in quite a daze; her various necklaces and ascot moved quickly to either side as she turned her head excitedly; and her heart-shaped face spun around like a top; her large, childlike eyes, green enough to replace the lack of trees in the city, peered around the curtain of hair which shielded her face each time she spun to the side. People passing this wondrous image often stopped to stare; as her appearance was quite intriguing. Her denim jacket, clearly dyed pink, was buttoned only with the very top button. A green and yellow blouse, riddled with ruffles, stuck out clearly from underneath it. She was carrying so many bags that it appeared as though she would topple over any moment, and dragged two very large suitcases on wheels behind her. As the denizens of Manhattan looked on, she suddenly spun around very quickly. "Isn't New York amazing?!" She yelled, seemingly at the first man she saw, who looked very taken aback. Her massive green eyes seemed to protrude from her face as she studied him. He merely waved his hand at her. "Yeah, sure," he dismissed her without looking at her. "Whatever, lady." "It's not lady!" she bellowed after him, for all the neighborhood to hear. "It's Lacey! Lacey Kale!" |
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I write poetry and doodle.
I will be following your tale with keen interest.
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I can't really create art, but I think I'm good at appreciating it.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.
~Luciano de Crescenzo
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Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots.
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