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by Marceline 7/5/2014, 11:22 pmKanoa leaned against the outside wall of the mall. It was an average autumn's day. There were clouds dotted across the blue sky and all the leaves were faliing off their trees in varying colours of gold, red and brown. There was a slight breeze in the air.
Kanoa wore skinny jeans with the bottom folded up to her ankles and a white Nirvana shirt. She wore a denim jacket overtop with a teal coloured scarf and - of course - sunglasses. On her fingers were her two rings that could transform into her daggers. She had her hair out today and they flew around in pink strands. The daughter of Dionysus pulled out her packet of cigarettes. She opened it and slid out her lighter and a cigarette. She placed the cigarette in her lips and lit her lighter; using her spare hand to black the wind. It finally worked after a few more times. She placed her lighter back into the cigarette pack and inhaled. Did she care if she got lung cancer, no.
She placed the cigarette in her fingers so she could puff out the smoke.
Kanoa was out of camp which she was happy about, even if it didn't show on her face. She needed to get away from the abnormal life and go somewhere else where there weren't people. She was definitely not the social type and of course she had trust issues due to her most loveliest father. The memories flooded her mind, making her shiver. She took another puff of her smoke. A few people walked past and a mother with two kids walked past. The mother gave her a look. Kanoa took another puff of her cigarette. It reminded her of a song. She couldn't quite place a finger on what it was called though.
Kanoa wore skinny jeans with the bottom folded up to her ankles and a white Nirvana shirt. She wore a denim jacket overtop with a teal coloured scarf and - of course - sunglasses. On her fingers were her two rings that could transform into her daggers. She had her hair out today and they flew around in pink strands. The daughter of Dionysus pulled out her packet of cigarettes. She opened it and slid out her lighter and a cigarette. She placed the cigarette in her lips and lit her lighter; using her spare hand to black the wind. It finally worked after a few more times. She placed her lighter back into the cigarette pack and inhaled. Did she care if she got lung cancer, no.
She placed the cigarette in her fingers so she could puff out the smoke.
Kanoa was out of camp which she was happy about, even if it didn't show on her face. She needed to get away from the abnormal life and go somewhere else where there weren't people. She was definitely not the social type and of course she had trust issues due to her most loveliest father. The memories flooded her mind, making her shiver. She took another puff of her smoke. A few people walked past and a mother with two kids walked past. The mother gave her a look. Kanoa took another puff of her cigarette. It reminded her of a song. She couldn't quite place a finger on what it was called though.