[action post - lobby]
[Vriska Serket stuck out like a sore thumb in crowds everywhere she went. It was a strange feeling, one that helped fuel the alienation she felt in this world. What with her gray skin, bright yellow eyes, candy-corn colored horns, and strange left eye (complete with seven pupils, totaling up to eight) there really was no mistaking her for anyone else... anyone else human, that is. Not that she would ever try to pass off as a human- she liked being a troll. It was just hard. It was hard and no one here understood what she felt (not that she'd ever talk about it).
Yet after being here for a sweep (two years) most people who lived at the Gardens were used to seeing her and so the staring was minimal. Better for her, thankfully. As she walked through the lobby, pack slung over her shoulder and long, black hair tied back into a braid, she was not in the mood to deal with gawkers. Stupid, pink wrigglers. Don't know how to mind their own business.]
Yet after being here for a sweep (two years) most people who lived at the Gardens were used to seeing her and so the staring was minimal. Better for her, thankfully. As she walked through the lobby, pack slung over her shoulder and long, black hair tied back into a braid, she was not in the mood to deal with gawkers. Stupid, pink wrigglers. Don't know how to mind their own business.]