Post by kiera on Jan 23, 2011 10:28:28 GMT -5
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<DIV align=justify>Morgan was not having a good time. She was at a bar, so by default she should be enjoying herself but she wasn't. Her fingers drummed the bar counter with barely concealed annoyance. She was twenty-two, so legally of age to drink. She simply chose not to. Alcohol made you fat and Morgan was not willing to sacrifice her perfect body for a drunken mind. Instead, she sipped at her water, looking around at the bar. It was Saturday night, didn't that mean there should be tons of people partying? Where were the partiers? And what was she doing at a bar alone? She should be surrounded by friends, or at least a sidekick or something. Morgan didn't even have some guy she could hook up with. Here she was, all dressed up and looking pretty damn attractive, and no one was there to appreciate it. No, Morgan was not having a good time.
She looked around. There were a couple of losers in one corner, but no one Morgan was even willing to feign interest in. She sighed in annoyance and leaned against the bar. She might as well finish her water and leave. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced out the windows. Darkness had fallen in earnest. Since Morgan's near kidnapping the week before, she had been a bit paranoid. Morgan liked to think she wasn't easily scared, or if she was she didn't let it show. Her hand went to her head where her assailant had banged her unconcious with a pipe. She winced, not with pain but with the memory. If I was a shifter, it wouldn't have happened. By default, when something bad happened in Morgan's life, she blamed the fact she wasn't a shifter. Her mother was an animal shifter, as was her younger brother. Her father was a human shifter. Then there was her, just plain human.
She hated it, she was the odd one out. She felt weak and seperate even within her own family. It was what had caused her to be so hardened and well - bitchy. She liked control and power, proving that she could be strong even without being a shifter. She was pretty obsessed with the shifters themselves. She loved hunting them out, finding their secrets and holding it over them. She was powerful in her own way. But the man grabbing her, the knowledge that he would have raped her, that made her afraid. Dustin had been there, had beaten the guy off and taken her to the hospital. That didn't change the fact that it had happened. He could still be out there, waiting for another chance to grab her. She shivered. She hated being afraid, she felt vulnerable. She grimaced and sipped at her water some more, eying the windows and door and wishing she had someone to use as an escort back to her home.</DIV>
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[/size][/center]( WORDS ) 500! ( OUTFIT ) Skinny jeans, shimmery cream tank top, beige sweater! ( NOTES ) Blahblahblah ! ( TAGGED ) Open ( CHARACTERS ) Morgan Jane Cartliss ! ( LISTENING TO ) This Is War - 30 Seconds To Mars ! ( LYRICS ) Over It - Katharine McPhee ! ( CREDITS ) Dylan/Danni - Shedding Skin !