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[b]Introducing: Meadow
Featuring; Tane
Mentions: Nicholas [@metanoia], Tyler Jane [@Melissa], Violet [@TootsiePop][/b]
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One could assume by looking at them that the person they called Meadow was just like any other seventeen year old girl at a party. To look upon the visage is to be struck upon by beauty personified. Short dirty blonde hair wracked up in slight curls, big blue eyes staring longingly out of the window at the moon, the chaos around hidden by veils of innocence and inebriation. Then there was the body; adorned in nothing but a white bralet which perfectly cupped her chest and her long silky legs barely covered by a thin flowing floral skirt. Wrists adorned with beads and bracelets; it was easy to assume that this bohemian was just like any other girl at this party; one would be wrong in that assumption.This wasn’t a girl at all. For all intents and purposes, in body and dress sense and in demeanour, Meadow was a girl but in their heart and mind and soul; they just didn’t believe in the label. They were Meadow, lover of men and women and everything in between. They were simply a child of the earth.

Meadow had forgotten how long they had been at the party; it could’ve been five minutes or five hours they weren’t really sure. After an eternity or a second, they broke their gaze away from the bright moon in the sky and dropped it to their left arm where in a slightly more refined chicken scratch the phrase [i][color=FFF0B6]”Someday: sometime, forever and almost always”[/color][/i] had been inscribed. All Meadow knew was that they had run out of sticky notes and needed to steal some more from their next class. The meaning behind the words they had etched onto their skin was unknown at this time, even to them but the world had a way of solving unsolved mysteries; if not then they had the ghost of Robert Stack on YouTube that could probably help out.

Spinning of their barefooted heel, Meadow scanned the room and was immediately enamoured by the beauty that flowed throughout. Not only was it decorated stunningly but the faces and bodies of their classmates through rye whiskey and ginger lenses were to die for. Meadow could in their not so right mind pick any one of them to share their bed for the evening. As their eyes fell upon a young man dressed in an immaculate suit and glasses, he winked before taking off the finely pressed jacket and hanging it on a nearby chair. In that moment they questioned two things; did he really need those glasses? And where did he get that sick tattoo on his arm?

Tane rolled up his sleeves as a smile that would make a rattlesnake weep crossed his lips [color=B4B4B4]”The man may have killed over thirty women but you can’t deny he had a fine taste in apparel, Nicky”[/color] Nicholas was like a bad rash that Tane just couldn’t shake. He had no qualms with admitting that Nick was his rival in multiple departments. Their looks and intelligence were by far much higher compared to some of their compatriots. If everyone around them was playing checkers, Tane and Nick were playing chess and neither took any prisoners in any game; tonight of course would be no different. As Tyler Jane made her comment, the Polynesian prince knew exactly what game the redhead was playing and he had no problem letting her have her fun; especially at Nicholas’ expense. [color=B4B4B4]”Well thank you kindly, my love. You’re looking ravishing yourself tonight”[/color]

It was a weird feeling; enjoying other people’s drama but Meadow liked that feeling as it was always fleeting. Like most emotions, it didn’t last long before being replaced but such was life. Some days were good, sometimes they weren’t so good but they are forever and they remember that; almost always. Finally a face that brought through an old feeling; Violet. What that feeling was Meadow had no answer but whenever she was around, Vi made the manic dream person feel a little less manic. They did not want to ruin her night though, they knew sometimes that Vi needed her space so with a simple blow of a kiss, Meadow acknowledged their friend before plunging head into the aura surrounding the spin the bottle game.

[color=FFF0B6]”Well hello there sailors; might I kindly ask one of you to go get me another drink I’m pretty sure my legs have stopped walking and by the goddess you’re all too pretty”[/color][/center]