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Post by VIVIAN LEVIA DANIELS on Dec 15, 2010 22:08:13 GMT -5
 She was told to dress up but the chances of that happening were slim to none. So clad in her usual all black ensemble, she walked down the street, glad this time her skirt didn't trail behind her. That was always a bit of a problem. Her version of dressing up was simply wearing her usual attire but putting her hair up. So after making sure her hair was in a messy sort of up do, she was out, a bit of makeup on her usually make up free face to spice it up a bit. Black eyeliner made her large blue orbs stand out along with heavy mascara that made her lashes even fuller than they really were. A tiny hint of blush and chapstick to keep her lips looking dry and she was done, bits of dirty blond falling in front of her face. Her boots were mute against the pavement and she was completely prepared for the winter weather-slightly. A beat up worn out leather jacket was keeping her upper torso warm but only a three quarter sleeve turtle neck was on her slender frame underneath and her chest was a bit exposed...which she hadn't intended upon putting it on. Her skirt technically only reached just below her knees but there was a sheer lace one on top of it that was longer and reached her ankles with the mid-calf combat boots she had on. With her usual Victorian-styled accessories, she looked ridiculous to most people, especially here in Chelsea. It wasn't some glamorous part of Manhattan but it was Manhattan nonetheless so everyone seemed to dress and act a specific way.
Overall, Vivian was nervous. Tin was suppose to be good at this-boyfriend hunting....not that Vivian needed one. This was an experiment to see if any guy would be interested in a girl like her; a nerd, goth freak who started very casual conversations with useless information about their surroundings. She was awkward but at least she was emotionally stable. Taking a drag from her cheap cigarette, she blew the smoke out as she reached the art gallery Tin had sent her the address about. It was full of students from different universities, all gathered around the front. Apparently the art gallery was going to serve, also, as a lounge and tonight was the grand opening. How Tin even managed to know about this was beyond Vivian who normally remained cooped up in her own little bubble and didn't like to be disturbed.
Honestly, this boy hunting thing both excited her and stressed her out, hence why she was on her fifth cigarette in the small walk from her dorm to the subway station and then from the subway station to this art gallery. That was almost half a pack in less than what? An hour commute? But the reason she was acting this way...well, she was a bit on cloud nine and she was expecting tonight to bring her back down to reality. She saw Shane again, a guy she never thought she'd have the privilege of setting eyes on, much less talking to again. Maybe it was fate throwing itself in her face and telling her that life would always be the unknown in an experiment. Shane...Shane, Shane, Shane, Shane, Shane. His name was screaming in her head, the way he smiled at her and said her name before his own, how he seemed so different from her...yet somewhat the same.
No, he was the unknown and the unknown never worked out. Once he found out she was seventeen, he would drop everything. She was sure of it. So reaching the line outside the reformed-lounge, she saw Tin and walked over to her once she was spotted, "How did you find this place?" she asked while looking up at the discreet location. It honestly looked like the rest of the galleries only without a large and flashy sign. It was a symbol-a simply black star. Apparently that was the name of the place when she looked it up online, The Black Star, named after the most famous painting of the artist who owns it. It wasn't entirely a goth industrial club but maybe Tin thought she was gothic? Did she really give off that kind of vibe?
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