Post by Jazzibell Blain on Apr 13, 2009 11:12:22 GMT -5
Jazz could be found around central park as most of the time around this time of the day. When the weather would be good enough she would find herself a bench to sit on like she did now. Her jacket hang to the side leaving her in a sleeveless top. Her eyes trailed to follow the people who passed. She herself didn't mind being stared at. She was used to it by now. Her eyes trailed back for a moment down to her feet. She wore sandals below her dark jeans. It was an old habit she had picked up while living in Miami.
Letting out a slight sigh she moved her hands down and to her pockets where she dug out two earphones. She plugged one into her ear and put on some music she had managed to download on an internet cafe. Not to make the Brotherhood seem less. She had to admit they did have very low standards of what they found worthy of living. She had a bed, a desk and a closet and that was it. And because she had no money, she had no chance of expanding a bit.
Unless she would go on the same path as most of the Brotherhood of course and claim it. Because according to them they could. They where homo superior. Better than the people she now watched walking by. Even if she could find in the looks no difference. Perhaps that was what sometimes set her apart from the Brotherhood. Who knew. For now she would just watch the people pass.
Letting out a slight sigh she moved her hands down and to her pockets where she dug out two earphones. She plugged one into her ear and put on some music she had managed to download on an internet cafe. Not to make the Brotherhood seem less. She had to admit they did have very low standards of what they found worthy of living. She had a bed, a desk and a closet and that was it. And because she had no money, she had no chance of expanding a bit.
Unless she would go on the same path as most of the Brotherhood of course and claim it. Because according to them they could. They where homo superior. Better than the people she now watched walking by. Even if she could find in the looks no difference. Perhaps that was what sometimes set her apart from the Brotherhood. Who knew. For now she would just watch the people pass.
