Post by Vixie on Oct 17, 2005 15:51:54 GMT -5
Vixie sighed as she walked into the room. It didn't have much, but it had enough. Not like she planned on staying here long, she thought as she flicked on the TV and turned it up.
"Why do ya' keep tellin' yerself that?" She muttered as she dropped her bag on the floor, a mix of the southern accent she had grown up with and the accent she had gotten from Canada mixing together. She tried to hide them around others, but normally forgot when by herself.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then openned them and looked at the dresser. "It'll do." She walked over to the side of it, kicking her backpack open as she did so. A bunch of tools fell out, along with a black bodysuit. She grabbed some of the tools and started working on something.
"Why do ya' keep tellin' yerself that?" She muttered as she dropped her bag on the floor, a mix of the southern accent she had grown up with and the accent she had gotten from Canada mixing together. She tried to hide them around others, but normally forgot when by herself.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then openned them and looked at the dresser. "It'll do." She walked over to the side of it, kicking her backpack open as she did so. A bunch of tools fell out, along with a black bodysuit. She grabbed some of the tools and started working on something.