Impressions. (Freya Cullen)

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Brookelyn Valentine, or Brooke if you're not her mother, was in a sunny mood. Which wasn't what you would say... usual. Not to say she was always in a bad mood. Oh, no. But sunny just wasn't a word Brooke would accept often. And as the pretty brunette walked towards what her dorm moniter had said was "The Most Amazing Pizza Place Ever", she had a bounce in her step and a sparkle in her eye that most of the others lacked. She was wearing a sporty yet chic blue tank top and tangerine-colored Adidas shorts. Her long, thick hair was the color of a flourless chocolate cake- dark and luscious. She had it in her usual neat, sporty high pony. Brookelyn hoped that she'd made a good impression on people so far- the one thing she didn't want? To become self-absorbed. Even if it was just a little bit.

Brooke walked into the Slice, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder and savouring the smell of melting cheese and savoury pepperoni. She stepped off to the side of the main way to the counter so not to make the same mistake she'd made the first day here- standing in people's way so that they'd either crash right into you or put you on their Ignore list. Brookelyn scanned the menu pinned to the front of the counter, her gaze stopping on the Meat Lovers Slice and the Root Beer Flot. Gosh, I'm such a pig! The pretty brunette thought to herself. She ordered the plain cheese and a water, turning and scanning the place for free seats. She settled on a double table in the far corner, making her way, carefully to the far end of the Slice. She sat down and began to enjoy her food, closing her eyes for dramatic effect. "Mmmm..."

[/color] She mumbled to herself.

As Brooke paused to take a break, she felt someone standing above her. She looked up after politely wiping her mouth and finishing chewing. Above her stood a very pretty girl with brown hair around the same color as her's. "Who are you"[/color] Asked the girl.
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tagged;; Freya cullen
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outfit;; later
muse;; eh
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