Post by milliewinx on Dec 16, 2008 5:27:08 GMT -5
The grinding noise the concrete made as it collided with the pink skateboard wheels was music to Millie's ears as her red and white striped scarf danced with the cold December wind. It had been a long while since she had last picked this board up, figured she was in town, and figured, why not? It's not like she hadn't skated during the winter months before, this used to be her passion after all, even given the chance to show off her skills during a small Russian tour some odd years ago. It was just like riding a bike; you never forget.
Zooming down the sidewalk, rushing past people who's only thoughts probably pertaining to the fact that someone was actually boarding during the mid-December ought to be crazy, Millie was on route to her destination. The GCW Tower. Not to get acquire a job, but to more-or-less, check the scenery. At least, that's what she called it. The real reason she was in Chicago wasn't just because she got her chance to have a try-out match with an all-female federation last weekend, but for more-or-less, someone in particular.
Someone she knew quite well.
And someone who knew her too well.
Well, maybe.
Her scarf completely hiding any distinguishing facial features, and wearing a fairly large hat that covered nearly every strand of hair, along with a heavy scarlet jacket, and plain jeans, left Millie rather unrecognizable. That's what she wanted. Stealth. Just like those war games. This was a war game. Just without any of the fire power and the massive amounts of violence.
As she finally gained site of her destination, a grin appeared underneath that red and white striped scarf. That kind of feeling you get whenever you're about see someone you felt substantial feelings for before. That one feeling where you just can't stop smiling, for some odd, strange reason. Even if they did lie. As she grew closer, the more harder it was getting to contain herself. Once she got to the main entrance, she expertly hopped off her board, and took a stance. Glaring at the tall building. A building where she wasn't about to just barge into, and see the happening, no. She was going to stand out here, and wait. Wait for that special someone.
Maybe even sit on the nearby bench, and wait. Oh yes.
Millie was the master of the patient game. She could wait for hours non-end, without any form of entertainment, and still keep her focus. It was easy. How hard is it to just stand or sit, and wait? It was safe to say that Millie was the completely opposite of anyone who had been diagnosed with ADD.
Jamming her hands into her jacket pockets, she began to look around her environment. Concrete seemingly everywhere, with a small garden that probably looks beautiful during the spring and summer months, but for now, was just being the prime production location for a few dozen snowballs. People were seemingly everywhere, all busy within their own lives, all just worrying about their own, personal methods of self-satisfaction. Was that what Millie was doing? Just doing her own personal method of self-satisfaction? Maybe this was just more then a fashionably out of the blue brunch invitation without some kind of notification prior.
Picking up her skateboard, and cuffing it underneath her left arm, she still began to gaze and ponder. She just couldn't see herself indulge within this environment. Too fancy. Too big. Then again, Millie wasn't known for having anything too fancy around her to begin with. Jumping up and down twice, to warm herself up a bit, someone caught her attention. Just who was this someone?
Zooming down the sidewalk, rushing past people who's only thoughts probably pertaining to the fact that someone was actually boarding during the mid-December ought to be crazy, Millie was on route to her destination. The GCW Tower. Not to get acquire a job, but to more-or-less, check the scenery. At least, that's what she called it. The real reason she was in Chicago wasn't just because she got her chance to have a try-out match with an all-female federation last weekend, but for more-or-less, someone in particular.
Someone she knew quite well.
And someone who knew her too well.
Well, maybe.
Her scarf completely hiding any distinguishing facial features, and wearing a fairly large hat that covered nearly every strand of hair, along with a heavy scarlet jacket, and plain jeans, left Millie rather unrecognizable. That's what she wanted. Stealth. Just like those war games. This was a war game. Just without any of the fire power and the massive amounts of violence.
As she finally gained site of her destination, a grin appeared underneath that red and white striped scarf. That kind of feeling you get whenever you're about see someone you felt substantial feelings for before. That one feeling where you just can't stop smiling, for some odd, strange reason. Even if they did lie. As she grew closer, the more harder it was getting to contain herself. Once she got to the main entrance, she expertly hopped off her board, and took a stance. Glaring at the tall building. A building where she wasn't about to just barge into, and see the happening, no. She was going to stand out here, and wait. Wait for that special someone.
Maybe even sit on the nearby bench, and wait. Oh yes.
Millie was the master of the patient game. She could wait for hours non-end, without any form of entertainment, and still keep her focus. It was easy. How hard is it to just stand or sit, and wait? It was safe to say that Millie was the completely opposite of anyone who had been diagnosed with ADD.
Jamming her hands into her jacket pockets, she began to look around her environment. Concrete seemingly everywhere, with a small garden that probably looks beautiful during the spring and summer months, but for now, was just being the prime production location for a few dozen snowballs. People were seemingly everywhere, all busy within their own lives, all just worrying about their own, personal methods of self-satisfaction. Was that what Millie was doing? Just doing her own personal method of self-satisfaction? Maybe this was just more then a fashionably out of the blue brunch invitation without some kind of notification prior.
Picking up her skateboard, and cuffing it underneath her left arm, she still began to gaze and ponder. She just couldn't see herself indulge within this environment. Too fancy. Too big. Then again, Millie wasn't known for having anything too fancy around her to begin with. Jumping up and down twice, to warm herself up a bit, someone caught her attention. Just who was this someone?
