am i supposed to put my life on hold? {jax.}

[koyote]

Some would think that I looked a little bit like a hooker. Those people would have no sense of fashion, though, so why would their opinions matter? That's right, they didn't. Those that did have a good taste of fashion would know that what I wore was precious material and not anyone could afford it. Hell, I couldn't even afford it - I stole most of my clothing from runway shows that my own clothes were being boasted at. Yep, what a little rebel I was. But hey - the government already hated me and my kind, so why not keep playing against the law and piss everyone off?

Funny story: When I started getting dress, it was still rather dark out from the early morning hour. When I was finished, and just walking out of the door of the apartment I shared with Jax, it had been three hours later and the city life was already starting. Guess I took my time, eh? About to skip into the elevator, I realized I didn't tell Jax I was going for a little stroll around Central Park. Nonchalantly, I wandered back into our apartment and scribbled a note in weak script and stuck it on the stainless steel refrigerator. Now, I was seriously leaving.

It didn't take long for me to appear in the lobby and wait for the doorman to catch me a cab. Gotta love high class apartment buildings - if you were cute, the doormen sat on their knees for you. A gracious smile was casted to the old man before I ran my hair through my wavy curls of blonde hair and stepped into the cab. I was too good to walk around. Plus, my heels would wear down. Frowning at the thought, I glanced down at my high heels and then, pleased with the way they beautified my feet, I turned to the cab driver. "Central Park." My legs, covered in fishnet stockings, crossed over on another at the knee and I rested my manicured nails atop my thigh, with my purse in my lap.

Watching the city blur past, I was glad I decided to take a walk at a decently early hour - no traffic from the apartment, to the park. The ride was rather long, for a cab ride, so I decided to check my appearance. Normally, my steel blue eyes were slit in the center with a thin black line, letting people know of my origins. However, when I went out in public, I placed contacts within my eyes that corrected my slitted pupil, giving me a normal, human appearence. Little Koyote didn't want to get caught, now did she? Of course not.

Once the cab stopped by the entrance of the park, I tossed him a fifty, even though I know that was entirely took much, and wandered out without muttering a simple 'thank you'. Hell, it was his job. He had to do this, so why bother being curteous? Looping my purse's chain-like strap around my shoulder, I began to meander around the park, taking in the quiet life that was around me. People were jogging, while mothers walked their children in carriages. That was one thing I never desired - children. No where in my future plans for my body was the period of being fat for nine months, and then another three where I had to work it all off.

Now, I was almost bored. Shit.

words. x 584 [weaaaak!]
song. x goodbye - kristinia debarge.
outfit. x click!