Post by zannaarquett on Aug 10, 2006 0:25:40 GMT -5
It was just past eleven. About eleven-oh-six, to be exact, and the dance floor was already crowded with dancer, Zanna Arquett being one of them. In her opinion, she didn't look too special that night, but by judging by the multiple pairs of eyes on her, that wasn't the case. Oh well. She didn't care. Personally, she hated it when people stared it her. She found it a bit rude, and rather disturbing. Why not just come talk to her?
Rolling chocolate colored eyes, the slender-bodied female made her way to the middle of the dancing crowd by, of course, dancing. Zanna looked down, trying to catch a glance of her attire one last time. By being moved and pushed by the crowd, however, she couldn't focus on it. Ah well, she knew what she was wearing.
A small black shirt clung to her upper torso, rainbow pinstripes all over, and a mystical looking unicorn entering the picture from the left corner. A black fingerless glove on one hand, none on the other, having been pushed off by the reckless dancing. On her legs, lime green and dark green striped stockings beneath a pink plaid skirt. Slipped onto her small feet was a pair of black slip-on Vans with red bats 'flying' across the toe.
Her dark hair was hanging across her nearly bare shoulders in limp, already drooping, curls. A shimmery white powder was dusted above her eyes, bringing more attention to them, as was supposed to happen.
Personally, Zanna thought she looked a bit weird, but that was okay. No one else in the room looked quite normal. Then again, in the Orange County, what was normal?
Rolling chocolate colored eyes, the slender-bodied female made her way to the middle of the dancing crowd by, of course, dancing. Zanna looked down, trying to catch a glance of her attire one last time. By being moved and pushed by the crowd, however, she couldn't focus on it. Ah well, she knew what she was wearing.
A small black shirt clung to her upper torso, rainbow pinstripes all over, and a mystical looking unicorn entering the picture from the left corner. A black fingerless glove on one hand, none on the other, having been pushed off by the reckless dancing. On her legs, lime green and dark green striped stockings beneath a pink plaid skirt. Slipped onto her small feet was a pair of black slip-on Vans with red bats 'flying' across the toe.
Her dark hair was hanging across her nearly bare shoulders in limp, already drooping, curls. A shimmery white powder was dusted above her eyes, bringing more attention to them, as was supposed to happen.
Personally, Zanna thought she looked a bit weird, but that was okay. No one else in the room looked quite normal. Then again, in the Orange County, what was normal?