Sally Blevins; Skids (_sallyb_skids) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2014-01-06 21:39:00 |
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Sally sighed lightly as she examined the 1930's clothes she had to wear in the mirror. She flattened the dress some and gave another sigh as she focused her eyes to the costume she would wear at the Knife Thrower Assistant. A little revealing for her liking but she had to stick it out, from what she gathered it was you did what you were suppose to or you were kicked out... and she didn't want to fight, or ask questions because all she longed for was to belong somewhere. Not judged for her powers or for her looks. Skids' self-confidence was shot from living with the Morlocks most of her life that she never thought much of beauty, makeup, or anything like that, she was, simple, by social standards. After another long gaze at her new attire, Sally decided to check out the 'hoedown' that was happening around the place since they were leaving for a new place soon. She figured getting a look at the people that she would be around for however long, would be a good thing. The petite blonde was not sure where this dance was being held so she closed her eyes and followed the music. Her shield was down, she had managed to get it remotely under control before she teleported to this place-that was definitely a plus to this situation. Her slender fingers nervously ran through her hair and tucked a piece behind one ear as she took a breath. Her eyes stopped and stared at the place before her, this must be the place. There was so much going on around the place that she didn't know where to start or where to go. The mutant definitely felt out of place as she just scanned the area, people laughing, drinking, dancing... enjoying themselves. She cleared her throat lightly, trying not to draw attention to herself or let her nerves set her force field off in front of these strangers. The world she came from didn't take kindly to such things, she was a freak, an outcast-a monster in some cases. Skids slowly made her way to a vacant area where no one had seemed to claim as a seat and sat on a barrel her dress flattened and her hands cupping one another in her lap. Her head bounced around at all the people having a good time and smiled a little at the sight. She was nervous about being asked to dance because, well, she couldn't, but staying inher little corner would help her fade into the background and maybe she could just sit and watch for a while. |