Artificial Sugar
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Name: Atropa Trist
Age: 21
Personality: Atropa is a quiet girl who often comes off as cold unless you know her well.
She's very fun and happy most of the time, and she's usually pretty laid back.
She can have a bad temper though.
Looks: Black hair and green eyes though. Stands 5'5, hourglass shaped body.
The clock on the bedside table said it was six in the evening. Atropa gasped and pushed herself off her bed, knocking the book she'd been reading to the floor with a loud thump.
"Crap." She muttered as she picked it up with a sigh, knowing she'd lost her place.
She'd been reading for the past few hours and had lost track of time- which wasn't good, seeing as her best friend Lia was going to pick her up in thirty minutes.
Scrambling around her room, Atropa ran into her bathroom to take a shower and shave.
She still had to blow dry her hair, get dressed, and put on her makeup, so she tried to go as fast as possible.
When she got out of the shower, it was six ten, and she silently applauded herself for taking such a fast shower.
Turning on her iPod, she danced to the beat as she brushed and blow dried her hair, singing along loudly.
One good thing about living alone was that you didn't have to worry about being a dork.
Smiling at her reflection, she walked back into her bedroom to get dressed. Her outfit had been laid out already, and she'd picked it out weeks ago.
She'd finally decided on a black and white plaid skirt, fishnet stockings, a maroon tank top and her favorite leather jacket.
And of course, under the skirt she wore a pair of shorts- something she'd done since grade school, when a boy in her class pushed her skirt up, revealing her Strawberry Shortcake underwear to the whole class.
Blushing at the memory, Atropa put on her boots quickly, and rechecked her pockets.
She had her ID, phone, some money, and her camera- she wasn't bringing a purse, it would be too much to carry.
Glancing at her watch, she realized she had two minutes to apply her makeup. Running frantically to the bathroom, she applied her eyeliner and mascara, and decided on some light brown eyeshadow. She didn't have time to do much else, so she figured it had to be good enough.
Taking one more glace around the room, she grabbed her keys and left her house, locking the door behind her, just as Lia pulled up.
"Hey good lookin'!" She called out, walking up to the car, smirking.
Age: 21
Personality: Atropa is a quiet girl who often comes off as cold unless you know her well.
She's very fun and happy most of the time, and she's usually pretty laid back.
She can have a bad temper though.
Looks: Black hair and green eyes though. Stands 5'5, hourglass shaped body.
The clock on the bedside table said it was six in the evening. Atropa gasped and pushed herself off her bed, knocking the book she'd been reading to the floor with a loud thump.
"Crap." She muttered as she picked it up with a sigh, knowing she'd lost her place.
She'd been reading for the past few hours and had lost track of time- which wasn't good, seeing as her best friend Lia was going to pick her up in thirty minutes.
Scrambling around her room, Atropa ran into her bathroom to take a shower and shave.
She still had to blow dry her hair, get dressed, and put on her makeup, so she tried to go as fast as possible.
When she got out of the shower, it was six ten, and she silently applauded herself for taking such a fast shower.
Turning on her iPod, she danced to the beat as she brushed and blow dried her hair, singing along loudly.
One good thing about living alone was that you didn't have to worry about being a dork.
Smiling at her reflection, she walked back into her bedroom to get dressed. Her outfit had been laid out already, and she'd picked it out weeks ago.
She'd finally decided on a black and white plaid skirt, fishnet stockings, a maroon tank top and her favorite leather jacket.
And of course, under the skirt she wore a pair of shorts- something she'd done since grade school, when a boy in her class pushed her skirt up, revealing her Strawberry Shortcake underwear to the whole class.
Blushing at the memory, Atropa put on her boots quickly, and rechecked her pockets.
She had her ID, phone, some money, and her camera- she wasn't bringing a purse, it would be too much to carry.
Glancing at her watch, she realized she had two minutes to apply her makeup. Running frantically to the bathroom, she applied her eyeliner and mascara, and decided on some light brown eyeshadow. She didn't have time to do much else, so she figured it had to be good enough.
Taking one more glace around the room, she grabbed her keys and left her house, locking the door behind her, just as Lia pulled up.
"Hey good lookin'!" She called out, walking up to the car, smirking.
