Post by Penny Narum on Apr 3, 2010 15:29:54 GMT -6
Penny stood across the street from the building for what seemed like ages, arms crossed over her chest. She'd asked about the place when the man in the bar started talking about it. After he slipped her the address, and his cell, Penny had walked by, but never worked up the nerve to go inside. Instead she decided to ask those she trusted just what was up with the Descending Angels. After the person she looked up to most told her it would be a good place for her she decided to actually suck it up and apply. Penny had never applied for anything in her life, and had not a clue what she was doing.
The last two weeks of her life were pure madness, and she wasn't sure if she'd stepped out of the strange dream of it all yet. Sire, gone, clan, gone, childe, gone. The last cut, oddly, had been the most painful, but as soon as the bond was back, with her as his childe, her world seemed to right itself again. She spent her time in the 'burbs, which was how she'd gotten to be where she was standing. That and her insane best friend.
Penny had been relaxing, taking it easy at the bar, being social (which was hard for her). When White Fang came bounding over, ordering that Penny get off her back side and actually apply Penny had debating trying to sneak out the back door. Instead she went to Brom, making one last check before actually doing something for herself. New sire, new life. New rules. She was allowed to think for herself, which was scary and new. With the power of that in the front of her mind Penny moved from her spot on the pavement and walked across the street, her head locked on the front door. She pushed the door of the building open, entering this clans home.
She wondered if she should have called someone first, gotten the okay to just walk inside. But now that she'd done it there was no turning back, so to speak. Looking around the room she was within, Penny pulled her ear buds from her head, listening to see if she could hear anyone around. Greeted by silence she wrinkled her nose, Penny let her eyes move over the walls slowly. She found the bulletin board, her besties hand writing already there. With a shake of her head, a solid laugh coming out and breaking the quiet, Penny dropped to the floor, tugging her messenger bag open. Pulling out paper and a pencil, she tried to write with her best hand writing.
The note was small and lacking in many ways she was sure. But after signing with with a smilie face Penny stuck it to the board with a hello kitty pushpin. Tapping her finger on it she grinned big. Second thing she'd ever done for herself. Patting her own shoulder, Penny giggled, then turned to find a seat, figuring she'd keep her very little note a bit of company till someone else showed up.
The last two weeks of her life were pure madness, and she wasn't sure if she'd stepped out of the strange dream of it all yet. Sire, gone, clan, gone, childe, gone. The last cut, oddly, had been the most painful, but as soon as the bond was back, with her as his childe, her world seemed to right itself again. She spent her time in the 'burbs, which was how she'd gotten to be where she was standing. That and her insane best friend.
Penny had been relaxing, taking it easy at the bar, being social (which was hard for her). When White Fang came bounding over, ordering that Penny get off her back side and actually apply Penny had debating trying to sneak out the back door. Instead she went to Brom, making one last check before actually doing something for herself. New sire, new life. New rules. She was allowed to think for herself, which was scary and new. With the power of that in the front of her mind Penny moved from her spot on the pavement and walked across the street, her head locked on the front door. She pushed the door of the building open, entering this clans home.
She wondered if she should have called someone first, gotten the okay to just walk inside. But now that she'd done it there was no turning back, so to speak. Looking around the room she was within, Penny pulled her ear buds from her head, listening to see if she could hear anyone around. Greeted by silence she wrinkled her nose, Penny let her eyes move over the walls slowly. She found the bulletin board, her besties hand writing already there. With a shake of her head, a solid laugh coming out and breaking the quiet, Penny dropped to the floor, tugging her messenger bag open. Pulling out paper and a pencil, she tried to write with her best hand writing.
I was told to come here and post my application. I've never applied for a clan so I'm not sure what exactly to put. My name is Penny Pussycat. I've been in the city for a bit over a year. My blood stupidly low because hunters taste good. I'd really like to kill some stuff dead.
Moirai I think has my yahoo, but its xpennykittyx since I'm pretty sure I need to put more information here
Moirai I think has my yahoo, but its xpennykittyx since I'm pretty sure I need to put more information here
The note was small and lacking in many ways she was sure. But after signing with with a smilie face Penny stuck it to the board with a hello kitty pushpin. Tapping her finger on it she grinned big. Second thing she'd ever done for herself. Patting her own shoulder, Penny giggled, then turned to find a seat, figuring she'd keep her very little note a bit of company till someone else showed up.