Thorn
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Be careful, I bite.
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Post by Thorn on Dec 30, 2008 19:13:56 GMT -5
Cornelia raised an eyebrow at the bar before she walked in. She doubted her sister would be there. In fact, she was beginning to doubt her sister even lived in this town. She had been looking for quite some time without any luck. Someone shoved her to one side to enter the bar and, completely out of habit, Cornelia clenched her fist and almost punched the idiot in the face. But there was no sense in getting all worked up over it. So she settled for shoving him into a nearby wall before entering as if nothing had happened. She could smell werewolves in the bar, but there weren't too many. Her eyes were flat, with just the slightest hint of danger. Instead of getting a drink, which she knew wouldn't help her if she lost her temper, she chose to go to a table wedged neatly in the corner. She sat down, the dim lighting helping her blend into the shadows. She put her hands on the table, then picked them up instantly, wiping something- whatever it was, she'd rather not know- onto her black jeans. She pulled off her hood and zipped down her brown leather jacket. Then she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She cracked her knuckles twice before resting her elbows on the table. Then she waited to see who'd be the next idiot she had to deal with. [/center][/font]
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