Post by Aria the Clown on Aug 26, 2009 15:32:06 GMT -5
"A clown, huh? That mean you live fast and die young?"
Live fast, die young? "Does it, does it? I do not know." It was possible. Aria contemplated the possibilities. She could get hit by a bus, get struck by lightning, fall off a high tree, get bitten by a poisonous something, get stabbed to death, have a fatal accident during a performance, get attacked by an animal. The possisbilities were endless.
"Pessimistic thoughts, pessimistic thoughts," Aria muttered to herself. "Ah!" A sight distracted her eyes. She shot after the sea leaving a small cloud of sand where a moment ago the clown had been. Aria knelt down to pick something up as the water splashed back and forth over her feet. What she called a "double-shell" rested in her palm. Basically, there were two shells molded together somehow. The colors blended together and the light reflected off of the surface as she turned it over in her hands.
She waved hand and ran back to where she had been. "Lookie, lookie!"
Live fast, die young? "Does it, does it? I do not know." It was possible. Aria contemplated the possibilities. She could get hit by a bus, get struck by lightning, fall off a high tree, get bitten by a poisonous something, get stabbed to death, have a fatal accident during a performance, get attacked by an animal. The possisbilities were endless.
"Pessimistic thoughts, pessimistic thoughts," Aria muttered to herself. "Ah!" A sight distracted her eyes. She shot after the sea leaving a small cloud of sand where a moment ago the clown had been. Aria knelt down to pick something up as the water splashed back and forth over her feet. What she called a "double-shell" rested in her palm. Basically, there were two shells molded together somehow. The colors blended together and the light reflected off of the surface as she turned it over in her hands.
She waved hand and ran back to where she had been. "Lookie, lookie!"