just a taste -- nell

[brianna claire o'shea]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i1225.photobucket.com/albums/ee384/chevygirl_1375/Backgrounds/crazykira-resources_615.jpg)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] woah mona lisa ,, A lonely speaker in a conversation her words are spinning through his ears again. There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for. Say what you mean, tell me I’m right and let the sun raid down on me, give me a sign, I want to believe. Whoa, mona lisa you’re guaranteed to run this town. Whoa mona lisa, I’d pay to see you frown Bare feet padded on carpeted floor, staying in the shadows as the small girl moved through the hallway of the home that she was in, pausing only for a moment as she peeked into the living room. It looked as if she was checking on if her parents were awake, trying to see if she could get away with watching cartoons before they awoke, however this wasn’t the case. It was five o’clock in the evening and Brianna had lived well past the ages of her parents; the home was hers and Brianna was really only checking to make sure that she had remembered to close the curtains over the windows before she had gone to sleep that morning. There was nothing worse than strolling into your own living room only to get third degree burns because you had been an idiot a few hours before. Noting the darkness, the small blonde danced out of the hallway and turned on a light. The artificial light flooded the room and she had to blink, dark blues eyes narrowing slightly as they adjusted, and she looked over the white and rather modern looking furniture that decorated the living room. Living room…what a funny name for a room. Especially considering Brianna wasn’t exactly “living” anymore. The entire thought brought a small smile to her face as she chuckled over it and shook her head, walking into the kitchen and opening her fridge. Eight hundred years as a vampire had taught Brianna that fussing over her death was impractical and stupid; just because she was dead didn’t mean that she couldn’t enjoy her life…so to speak. Inside her fridge there were small packs of blood, animal blood to be exact, and she pulled one out, dumping the contents into a coffee mug and putting it into the microwave so that it was warm before she started drinking it, sitting herself down on the couch and staring at the clock that rested above her television. The television that never got turned on and so she didn’t really understand the reasoning as to why she had it in the first damn place. Brianna had no intention of sitting inside until darkness overflowed the streets, finding that waiting the three hours for that to happen was more patience than the eight hundred year old vampire had, but she was going to at least wait for another hour or so. And an hour is exactly the amount of time that she waited, and then she was bounding back to her room and changing into clothes that she figured fit what most teenagers wore these days. Assimilating to the changing times was always interesting because, despite what mortals thought, everything changed just way too fast. Like when she made the mistake of wearing bellbottom jeans in the middle of the nineties…fashion was way too easy to make mistakes in. Thankfully, the current fashions seemed to be relatively easy to follow. Her last item that she grabbed was an umbrella that she opened before she even left the house, making sure that it completely covered her porcelain skin in shade so that the sun wouldn’t burn her as she walked. Brianna stepped outside and the first place that her eyes fell on was the setting sun. It was dipping below the horizon of buildings and it gave her an idea of where she was going to go. Brianna strolled through town at a relatively leisurely pace, ignoring the looks from the people that she passed by; they didn’t quite understand as to why the young looking woman was wandering around during the day with an umbrella. Were someone to ask she would simply tell them it was because she had an allergy to the sun, however people rarely asked and preferred to think that she was some odd being that wandered around. Either way, Brianna was more than willing to let them think what they liked. Booted feet carried her down the sidewalk, her strides short but sure, until she found herself at the beach, looking down at the sand. She wasn’t planning on actually going down toward the water’s edge, at least not until night had completely fallen, but she did sit down on the wooden fence that separated the parking lot and the beach. Carefully, of course, since that kind of movement could tend to cause the sun to strike her skin, but once she was seated comfortably there was no harm. She watched as the sun started sinking lower and lower toward the water, the wavering reflection glancing off the same rich and bright colors that she could see in the sky. The sun was the only thing that Brianna missed when it came to being a vampire; she missed the warmth it radiated and missed that feeling on her skin. Lost in her thoughts, the vampire had blocked out the world around her, only noticing the slowly setting sun and her own memories. TAGGED stark/nell WORDS 827 OUTFIT here NOTES bam, post baby~