Post by ananorai on Apr 11, 2012 7:24:20 GMT -5
Lila Greenwood looked around the building for the 3rd time in five minutes. Chills that penetrated her hot pink shirt were sent up her small back to her 12 year-old brain and made her shudder. Something was in the warehouse. She could feel it. Lila, however, chose to ignore the strange sounds, at least for the moment and focus on other things. Namely, her aiming skills.
Lila walked slowly to the center of the empty floor, running both her hands through her platinum blonde hair. When she reached the center of the room, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Training again. Whoopee. Lila cleared her mind and focused on the haze, nothing but the haze mattered right then and there to her. She formed loose cups in both her hands and held them about 8 inches apart. Slowly, a blue gelatinous substance, the haze, started forming between them. Lila made several baseball sized masses of the haze and took a look at all the handmade, cardboard targets she made for herself. There were 5 total scattered about the warehouse; Some were on the ceiling, others the floor. She aimed at a target on the ceiling and thought about how creepy the entirety of the warehouse was. I suppose it's not too bad. It just needs more sweeping. And dusting. And some lights. Furniture would be nice as well. I guess I'll just have to save up some more money. Lila shook her head and threw a ball of haze at the target, which it missed and ended up hitting the wall; Lila knew she barely made enough money to feed herself, let alone indulge herself in such homely things as lights and furniture. Sighing, Lila smiled in spite of herself. Who am I kidding? This is the best 'home' I've had. It's spacious, it has a roof, I have something like a bed, and no one's here to tell me what to do or when to go to sleep. Lila continued her target practice thinking about the benefits of being a mutant, orphan street rat and also keeping an ear out for the strange sounds she heard earlier.
Lila walked slowly to the center of the empty floor, running both her hands through her platinum blonde hair. When she reached the center of the room, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Training again. Whoopee. Lila cleared her mind and focused on the haze, nothing but the haze mattered right then and there to her. She formed loose cups in both her hands and held them about 8 inches apart. Slowly, a blue gelatinous substance, the haze, started forming between them. Lila made several baseball sized masses of the haze and took a look at all the handmade, cardboard targets she made for herself. There were 5 total scattered about the warehouse; Some were on the ceiling, others the floor. She aimed at a target on the ceiling and thought about how creepy the entirety of the warehouse was. I suppose it's not too bad. It just needs more sweeping. And dusting. And some lights. Furniture would be nice as well. I guess I'll just have to save up some more money. Lila shook her head and threw a ball of haze at the target, which it missed and ended up hitting the wall; Lila knew she barely made enough money to feed herself, let alone indulge herself in such homely things as lights and furniture. Sighing, Lila smiled in spite of herself. Who am I kidding? This is the best 'home' I've had. It's spacious, it has a roof, I have something like a bed, and no one's here to tell me what to do or when to go to sleep. Lila continued her target practice thinking about the benefits of being a mutant, orphan street rat and also keeping an ear out for the strange sounds she heard earlier.