Post by HEL on Nov 16, 2016 18:59:06 GMT -6
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Left broken empty in despair
Wanna breath can’t find air
Wanna breath can’t find air
The Beta Party had enabled her to meet up with a few people. Very few people she cared for, but two she seemed rather keen on meeting. Even with all that's happened since her logging in, Hel didn't seem to be far too worried about it. Mostly because she could walk again. Let's be honest, she missed the game, even if this was now more than just a simple game. Why? Because now she was stuck. Everyone was stuck. Which meant breaking the odd shell that had been around her was important. Taking a moment to look about, the bright silver threads of her hair flicked with the virtual physics of the game gave it a realistic bounce.
Her makeover had been something she had been fond of.
But honestly? Right now she's incredibly nervous, mostly because she'd finally managed to grab hold of one of the special ones, without having Canary perched on her shoulder. She loved her best friend, but the blonde was a bit overbearing at times and Hel needed the reason to stretch her legs. Soon enough she's sitting on a bench, legs crossed and hands holding the edges of the bench, fingers gripping the edge nervously. Players ran past her left and right, and she was still glad she blended in, at least in here.
Real life was a different story, since being wheelchair bound was a stupid and call for 'Hey look I'm here!' thing. Amber hues look about as she sighs, her right hand sinking into her right ponytail and she starts to play with it nervously. Shouldn't be long now, should it? Honestly she hoped not. Areto never seemed to be the kind of person to be late, but then again she could be wrong.
Her makeover had been something she had been fond of.
But honestly? Right now she's incredibly nervous, mostly because she'd finally managed to grab hold of one of the special ones, without having Canary perched on her shoulder. She loved her best friend, but the blonde was a bit overbearing at times and Hel needed the reason to stretch her legs. Soon enough she's sitting on a bench, legs crossed and hands holding the edges of the bench, fingers gripping the edge nervously. Players ran past her left and right, and she was still glad she blended in, at least in here.
Real life was a different story, since being wheelchair bound was a stupid and call for 'Hey look I'm here!' thing. Amber hues look about as she sighs, her right hand sinking into her right ponytail and she starts to play with it nervously. Shouldn't be long now, should it? Honestly she hoped not. Areto never seemed to be the kind of person to be late, but then again she could be wrong.
Last Edit: Nov 16, 2016 18:59:28 GMT -6 by HEL
