Post by Ina W. Ledoux on Jan 14, 2012 12:37:02 GMT -5
Ina walked down the long hallway into the foyer. She heard silence around her, with no guests or anything like that. Stepping further into the entrance, Ina rested her back against the hard cold wall, sighing as she slipped down onto the wooden floor. Tilting her head back, Ina got lost in her thoughts. She wasn't even sure if anyone was there. Ina just liked to be stuck in her daydreams, to be in company of her mind, and not be disturbed in silence's presence. She thought about the rest of the coven. Sighing, her thoughts turned to how the rooftop would have been a better area to be deep in her thoughts. Often in the foyer, Ina would be disturbed.
Hearing the creaking wood not far off, Ina raised her head, glancing around slowly, her red eyes searching for the person coming to disturb her thoughts. Nobody messed with her thoughts, it was a fact. Ina sat up, no longer slouched with her neck pressed against the cold white walls, but up straight and her fingertips touching the floor only gently. Ina picked herself from the ground, and tip-toed calmly down the deserted foyer.
She wasn't used to being spoken to, or even bumped into. No one really cared - she wasn't a standing out vampire, not many people decided to stride up to her confidently and begin introducing themselves and chattering on. No, she wasn't worth it - or was she? Was she just being negative? She was always either negative about herself, or about someone else. There was always that person she hated.
Turning her thoughts back to who was there, Ina placed a long fingernail on the wall, tracing it gently down, then walked forwards to unveil who was standing in the room with her.
Hearing the creaking wood not far off, Ina raised her head, glancing around slowly, her red eyes searching for the person coming to disturb her thoughts. Nobody messed with her thoughts, it was a fact. Ina sat up, no longer slouched with her neck pressed against the cold white walls, but up straight and her fingertips touching the floor only gently. Ina picked herself from the ground, and tip-toed calmly down the deserted foyer.
She wasn't used to being spoken to, or even bumped into. No one really cared - she wasn't a standing out vampire, not many people decided to stride up to her confidently and begin introducing themselves and chattering on. No, she wasn't worth it - or was she? Was she just being negative? She was always either negative about herself, or about someone else. There was always that person she hated.
Turning her thoughts back to who was there, Ina placed a long fingernail on the wall, tracing it gently down, then walked forwards to unveil who was standing in the room with her.
