Post by Ali Cross on Oct 26, 2010 18:41:28 GMT -5
Ali rarely ever left her lab, let alone the actual building that the scientist’s owned. Of course, when your lab is under renovations because you had a little too much fun playing with explosive chemicals and a terrified twenty-year-old man from Michigan. But I digress, Ali was indeed out of her lab until the renovations of the entire left half –thankfully not where her computers and such were – of her lab were completed. She was walking around town, brooding over her extended stay away from her precious lab. The renovations weren’t supposed to be done for another week, which meant no more experiments for a week! How could Ali survive for a week without experimenting?
She huffed and puffed through the slowly cooling world, a maroon scarf wrapped around her throat. She wore her black trench coat, which ended just above her knees and protected her from the chill wind blowing around. She had been walking around the town all day since she had woken up in her mess of a home. There were people milling around, though not a numerous amount of people. Most were inside their warm homes, escaping from the cool fall air, but Ali despised being inside her home.
The colorful leaves crunched beneath her black boots and she had to stop once, cursing, so as to get a dried orange leaf out from under the pant leg of her dark, thin jeans. No one paid her much attention, though of course she was perfectly fine with that. If anyone did glance in her direction, they gave her awkward looks and one or two of them looked almost frightened by her angered, snuffed expression.
This is horrible she thought to herself, clenching her hands where they were inside of the pockets of her trench coat.
[/center]She huffed and puffed through the slowly cooling world, a maroon scarf wrapped around her throat. She wore her black trench coat, which ended just above her knees and protected her from the chill wind blowing around. She had been walking around the town all day since she had woken up in her mess of a home. There were people milling around, though not a numerous amount of people. Most were inside their warm homes, escaping from the cool fall air, but Ali despised being inside her home.
The colorful leaves crunched beneath her black boots and she had to stop once, cursing, so as to get a dried orange leaf out from under the pant leg of her dark, thin jeans. No one paid her much attention, though of course she was perfectly fine with that. If anyone did glance in her direction, they gave her awkward looks and one or two of them looked almost frightened by her angered, snuffed expression.
This is horrible she thought to herself, clenching her hands where they were inside of the pockets of her trench coat.
