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ooc- I just have to say "awww" to Mistral.. the toy sounds so cute ^^ ...how typically girly of me to say that.. ¬¬;;
ic- A slight figure stood balancing precariously on a chainlink fence nearby the casino. Overhearing the loud crash and the shattering of glass, the creature almost lost its balance but was able to recover it quickly. It wore slightly ragged, slim-fitting bootleg jeans of a dark faded blue. Peeking out from under the jeans one could glimpse a pair of well-worn sneakers, one of the laces untied. For a top, the being wore a generic hooded sweatshirt of a black colour, and a strange symbol written in red on the front. A loose cap was pulled down over the dusky blonde hair, effectively hiding the person's eyes. A passerby could easily mistake the creature for a young man, its hands stuffed nonchalantly in the pockets of the jeans, walking dangerously on the top of the chainlink fence. Suddenly the being paused, and turned to face the casino from its vantage point on the fence. It tipped its cap up, revealing two eyes of a strange blue violet hue, which stared at the casino with an unreadable expression.
"Where are you, Barakah? I need you." Gwynne sighed and pulled her hands from her jeans' pockets, crossing her arms below her chest. She balanced easily upon the chainlink fence, and she prided herself on her ability to do so. She was wearing one of her more comfortable outfits, even though she knew Barakah would disapprove of its appearance, which she could run easily in if she ever encountered something that would involve her running away. Gwynne licked her lips and then crouched down on the fence, balancing back on her haunches. Her body was craving that drug again, but she pointedly ignored it. She knew she could do nothing about it until Barakah chose to show up again. Gwynne shivered slightly as a cool breeze blew by, wafting scents of humans and food to her sensitive nose. "Barakaaaaaahhhh..." she called mournfully in her mind, as the lights of the casino twinkled in the night.
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