*The night air was warm and crisp, as the being known only as Frank paced back and forth. His fat cigar glowed brightly in the darkness of the glade-He pulled an intricate pocketwatch of lead from the coatpocket of his suit.
He was waiting for someone.
Reaching into his coatpocket once more, he pulled out a tiny notebook, which he began to pore over with a great ferocity..he was in a bind, cause he was way behind..he needed someone, ANYONE willing to make a deal..because souls could not be truly stolen, but rather given away.
Just then, a *POP!* was heard in the distance. Frank looked up to see something he did not expect: A girl of about sixteen, with Wild pink hair, and eyes and lips of a oddly similar hue. As she merrily skipped by, he couldn't help but wonder just where she was from...no human would look like she did in this place..yet. but it was now or never: He had to get ahead on his quota..and the naive innocence in this girl's eyes made it look as though he had found a great place to start.*
Mon Jun 23, 2008 1:12 am