--open-- Smoky Whispers

[Claribella DeVille]

You're a train wreck, not a winner

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[attr="class","trainwreck"]Claribella flicks her cigarette, the fiery embers dancing to the unnatural bright green of the park grass. It flickers momentarily, before the light dies, leaving only the ashy specks on the grass. She never knows what to do on her days off anymore. Usually, she'd be hard at work at her apartment, sewing or sketching new looks for her fashion line. But instead she told herself that it would be a fantastic idea to go to the park and relax. At first, a park full of children and parents seemed fine. Safe, if nothing else. Watching all the kids play, hearing them squeal with glee as they chased each other and played. This was an awful idea, she thinks to herself bitterly. Clair draws the cigarette to her bright red lips and takes a deep drag. She blows the smoke out in little circle puffs. Félicitations! She tells herself sarcastically. You've successfully spent half of your day off smoking in a children's park. Not to mention all of the welcoming glares she's been getting from all of the  parents that notice her. Yes. She's smoking. Get over it. People just make her sour nowadays. Can't a girl be at peace and smoke a damn cigarette?  It's not like listening to their screechy devil spawn was Clair's idea of a perfect day off either. Yet, she can't deny the beauty of the park around her. The whole park is bright and colourful, just the way she likes it.  The childish themes have been particularly inspiring to her lately, to the point that her hair today was in messy low pigtails, ornate with big red ribbon bows. There was something simple yet pleasing about the way children dressed. Everything matched but at the same time nothing ever matched. Outfits were literally made with each piece meant to go with a certain other piece, and Claribella loved it. Maybe because she wished life were that simple. The porcelain skinned girl purses her lips and takes another pull of smoke into her lungs. Simplicity might be key, but she sure as hell wished somebody would come in to spice up her life a little. She missed the late night rendezvous and the sloppy dancing and greasy foods. Everything was so bland here. Clair would absolutely kill for somebody to come in and break her heart; just for something exciting in life again. Anything.

table by kitty; lyrics by all time low

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