theredmuse0
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- Feb 13, 2012
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Alexandra McKnight was a lonely girl, she wasnt much for going out and partying, even if she was still the legal age of 21. She focused upon her studies in order to keep her grades at the top. Alexa, shorter version of her name, worked at the public library, on her downtime of not putting books away or organizing things she was studying or reading. She loved to read when she can, which was all the time.
She wore black rimmed glasses, her dark hair reached down to her waist in tousled waves. Her high cheek bones, plump red limps, and light rossey cheeks, her skin was tanned lightly from when she visited her family back home. She wored a white button up shirt, and a black pencil skirt since her job required casual to professional attire. Her long legs crossed of to her side, her bottom was perfect proportion to her body. Underneath her clothes she was toned from her early 8 miles runs. Her top slightly unbuttoned from the heat of the summer, showed her plump, beautiful C cups.
As she read, she lightly chewed on the top of a BIC pen when that feeling of being watched returned, lifting the hairs on the back of her neck rise. It had been happening for quite some time now over the past few months. There were a few people in here even at night. The library closed at 11, it was just turning 10 and she had to stay late after closing to tidy up the place.
OOC: This can turn into anything. I'm open to all types of scenarios.
She wore black rimmed glasses, her dark hair reached down to her waist in tousled waves. Her high cheek bones, plump red limps, and light rossey cheeks, her skin was tanned lightly from when she visited her family back home. She wored a white button up shirt, and a black pencil skirt since her job required casual to professional attire. Her long legs crossed of to her side, her bottom was perfect proportion to her body. Underneath her clothes she was toned from her early 8 miles runs. Her top slightly unbuttoned from the heat of the summer, showed her plump, beautiful C cups.
As she read, she lightly chewed on the top of a BIC pen when that feeling of being watched returned, lifting the hairs on the back of her neck rise. It had been happening for quite some time now over the past few months. There were a few people in here even at night. The library closed at 11, it was just turning 10 and she had to stay late after closing to tidy up the place.
OOC: This can turn into anything. I'm open to all types of scenarios.