The Park, Friday morning
Sitting cross-legged on a table there was a girl with purple-striped black hair. She had a her nose in a book, twirling the stick of the sucker that stuck out of her mouth. A backpack rested nearby, looking more empty than full.
Wonder where she came from? Maybe she's some newly arrived student? Just passing through? Hrmm.
This had to work better than her previous plans. Of course no kids wanted to get friendly with grown-ups. So a teenage girl it was.
Mystique was confident she'd get somebody this way.
(of course it's Mystique in disguise, but you won't know that. *g* open of course! yah, I know it's like midnightish there, but it's afternoon here and I'm omgbooooored)
Wonder where she came from? Maybe she's some newly arrived student? Just passing through? Hrmm.
This had to work better than her previous plans. Of course no kids wanted to get friendly with grown-ups. So a teenage girl it was.
Mystique was confident she'd get somebody this way.
(of course it's Mystique in disguise, but you won't know that. *g* open of course! yah, I know it's like midnightish there, but it's afternoon here and I'm omgbooooored)