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Post by ephemera on May 9, 2011 16:21:24 GMT -5
 How many times have I been asked about being a mutant? How many times have I been asked if I would change what I was if given the chance? More times than I can count but each time my reply is the same. I’ve flown through the clouds, seen things that a human never could, my illusions can take away people pain and when I say I know how someone feels I really do, why would I want to be any different?
The soft purr of the Lamborghinis engine was the only sound that its mutant driver could hear. Long white hair flowed out from under the woman’s hood, having slowed down her ears could hear so much more than the purr of the engine, she could hear the voices of people outside her car. Her forehead was resting against the steering wheel, she didn’t know what to do or what she could possibly get up to, she’d never been to this part of town before and was confidant that she’d be able to blend in with the humans without too much difficulty. The woman opened her eyes though due to her hood no-one would be able to see this. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of golden brown due to the sunlight, enchanting to look upon apparently.
Desire ran her fingers through her silky hair, pushing it back out of her face though it was still flowing down her chest as if it was water over a waterfall. Where to go, what to do… Desire considered this for a moment before bowing her head again, smiling slightly. She knew it wouldn’t take long for her to decide what she was going to do to entertain herself for the time being. Desire suddenly changed gear and allowed her car to move once more.
It didn‘t take long for her to find herself at a night club in downtown New York, the woman stepped out of the car before sorting her clothes. She was wearing faded skinny fit jeans with a pair of lace up knee high boots over them, they had 4.5 inch heels that made her seem just that bit taller than she actually was. Her top half was hidden under her hoodie that fitted her figure perfectly, under it was a cropped black top with a black sequined waist coat over it that showed off her toned abdomen.
The mutant kept her hood up as she entered the bar, scanning the dance floor before going to sit at the bar. “Coke, no ice.” She smiled at the bartender before turning in her seat to look at the dance floor once more. Desire heard the gentle clink of her glass being placed down on the bar. It’s on the house babe. With a seductive smile she looked over her shoulder. “Why thank you.” She took a sip before standing up and walking onto the dance floor, Desire had always been a good dancer and moving to the music was the one thing that made her feel normal anymore.
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