Cold Coffee
The Countess of Missing Puzzle Pieces
Angelica St.John
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(sorry for not posting a picture of her earlier)
The young girl ran shaky pale hands through her freshly dyed hair and let out a sigh, " Man oh man does this bring back memories." As she recalled her first time going to the church in Texas so long ago. She looked at her watch and remembered that she was almost an hour later than her supposed arrival. Anglia knew that back in her church going days she would've been beaten with a cane, with that thought it mind Angelica smirked to herself and placed a cigarette between her teeth, "If that snake bastard could see me now." She snapped her fingers, lighting the cigarette at the same time and entered the orphanage.
While entering the orphanage the girl saw no one in the lobby or the hallways, but heard coughing and talking down one of the hallways. Angelica's boot heels clacked against the floor with each step as she approached the occupied room; she leisurely took her time doing so, blowing smoke rings as she paced on. Eventually reaching the door, Angelica looked at her cigarette and noticed that it was half spent and sighed disappointedly, she shrugged her shoulders and stepped in anyways. She saw a group of people standing awkwardly, Angelica leaned up against the door frame and took the cigarette out of her mouth. "Well now ain't this a group of fine lookin' ladies and gents," her southern accent fairly pronounced when she spoke. Her eyes narrowed at a black hooded figure with their back to her, something seemed off about him, something dark. There was also a boy with head phones on that caught her attention, not to mention the red bohemouth before her. Angelica causually checked out the other females in the room, especially the one glaring daggers at her with the large hooves. Swallowing her fear, Angelica Flicked the gatjering ash off the end of her cigarette she delicately placed it back her mouth and grinned, This one is going to be a pain in my pale perky behind.
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