by :Joey: » Mon Jun 08, 2015 10:21 am
Fayte clipped out a swift farewell to her uncle before she departed, lighting a cigarette as she stepped down the street. Her long thick plum hair hung down her back in a heavy sheet of waves, reflecting the overcast in a brilliance of colors. She wore a pair of black ripped leggings, ripped shorts and a black body-hugging tank top that read "Model Mayhem" On it. As she strode down the sidewalk, she disregarded the gentle clinking sounds made from her platform boots' chains.
Taking a slow but deep drag from her cigarette, she cast a lazy glance over to the others at the new school she would be attending, distaste clear in her gaze, already.
Seeing his friend exit her home next door from his, Alistair smirked with a languid eyeroll and followed in her wake, shrugging on his coat, despite the temperature. With an upwards curve of her lips, Fayte leaned her head back and rolled her neck, hearing the bones readjust themselves within. "Fayte, I suggest you finish that quickly, it's only our first day, wouldn't want to get in trouble, would we?" The words were thickened, Scottish. Fayte smirked as she realized Alistair had joined her.
Fayte sighed, smoke snaking its way out from between her parted ruby lips,"Perhaps..." She uttered under her breath as she exhaled.
Flicking the cigarette butt away, she noted where it landed in the grass, a thin tendril of smoke rising as the dew snuffed it quickly.
Parting ways at the school, Alistair made his way to history class, where he had hoped to maybe not get into any fights, though it seemed when he was the new kid, everyone wanted to start trouble.
seating himself in the back corner of the room, Alistair cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his thick black hair.