Post by Mckenzie Tirnel on May 9, 2015 0:28:35 GMT
Heaven ablaze in our eyes We're standing still in time The blood on our hands is the wine, We offer as sacrifice Come on, and show them your love, Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, my love, Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, This endless mercy mile, We're crawling side by side, With hell freezing over in our eyes, Gods kneel before our crime
"Trouble, come on that tickles!" her hand reached to brush her shoulder, grabbing on the a chubby little ball of fur, the brown creature struggling within her grip as she held him there. "Come on boy, I know you're excited but this place is high class." She released the creature back onto her shoulder when he settled down, frowning lightly as he vanished into her hair. "Just stay in one place alright? We can't get into any trouble and risk embarrassing Papa." She must have repeated that for the fifth time since the night started. Today she was in a rather plain black evening dress, a shawl wrapped comfortably around her body. Her heels were a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't really all that bad.
"Alright...Relax Kenzie...you got this. It's just Papa's business...his associates...all of which might laugh at you...or him, if you do so happen to mess up." She swallowed audibly, looking at trouble as he poked out of her hair. "Oh trouble, I probably look like a mess." she held out her hand and the rodent scrambled on willingly the time, crawling from hand to hand as Mckenzie moved them in stair-like motions. "I don't want to go inside yet. What if they call my hair a rat's nest? Huh? I mean you hand out in there it might as well be!"
Of course the chipmunk didn't seem to worried about what was going on. Not that he could have cared anyway, but venting always made her feel better, even if it was to a Chipmunk that couldn't talk back. She allowed Trouble back onto her shoulder before fixing her hair to rest over her left shoulder out of a nervous habit. She swayed a bit on her heels. This was her first day at work, was she technically late? She bit her lip. She'd need to go inside sometime. Meet anyone her father might work with, who today were becoming her co-workers as well.
"Alright. I'm going to to go. Riiiightttt...now!" Though, she found her feet wouldn't move. She tried to move them again and they wouldn't. "Come...on...stupid...legs-ah!" They finally moved but nearly sent her flying down the stairs, though she managed to catch herself. "Ahaha....it's good....all good, I'm not a total loser or anything like that I swear." Her laughter was nervous as she made her way down the rest of the steps, running a hand through her hair.
This was starting fabulously.
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