Post by Elena Biermann on Dec 16, 2009 15:43:37 GMT -6
The winter holiday was upon them, or as near to upon as they could be. It was Elena’s favourite time of year, not only because of the cold weather, snow and the fact that it gave her a perfectly good excuse to stay indoors with a nice cup of hot chocolate and a good book, but because it reminded her of her family. In particular of her father- it was possibly the only time of year she saw him smile- and what very little she could remember of her mum.
She was raised Catholic, and while she has her doubts about the whole religion thing, she still attended church regularly out of respect for her father, and Elena constantly wore two pendants around her neck to make him happy, but in her own respect rather likes them- the patron Saint of Brewers Arnold of Soissons, and Saint Nicholas who is said to be the patron Saint of Thieves among many other things.
Here she was walking down the corridor, wearing a festive red hat, dark skinny jeans and a flashy top paired with a black hoodie and converse, since it was the weekend and they were free to wear whatever they pleased, thank goodness! She was, as usual reading a book, while walking, which never faired too well when co-ordination was involved, and didn’t see the other person as she rounded the corner. Crashing into them she stumbled backwards and weaved back and forth like a bobble head doll for a moment before regaining her sense of balance. “Watch where you’re going!” she demanded harshly glaring at them, even though it was entirely her fault.
((ooc: Elena needed to be written!
Anyone want to be yelled at? Oh, and please forgive me if I'm wrong about the patron saints.))
She was raised Catholic, and while she has her doubts about the whole religion thing, she still attended church regularly out of respect for her father, and Elena constantly wore two pendants around her neck to make him happy, but in her own respect rather likes them- the patron Saint of Brewers Arnold of Soissons, and Saint Nicholas who is said to be the patron Saint of Thieves among many other things.
Here she was walking down the corridor, wearing a festive red hat, dark skinny jeans and a flashy top paired with a black hoodie and converse, since it was the weekend and they were free to wear whatever they pleased, thank goodness! She was, as usual reading a book, while walking, which never faired too well when co-ordination was involved, and didn’t see the other person as she rounded the corner. Crashing into them she stumbled backwards and weaved back and forth like a bobble head doll for a moment before regaining her sense of balance. “Watch where you’re going!” she demanded harshly glaring at them, even though it was entirely her fault.
((ooc: Elena needed to be written!
Anyone want to be yelled at? Oh, and please forgive me if I'm wrong about the patron saints.))