Post by jackson on Jun 26, 2009 12:04:29 GMT -5
grace, space, pace...
Clubbing, not something that Karen was into. In fact, she tended to leave that to the drunks and the sluts, if you'd excuse her language. But, tonight, Karen was up to stepping out of her shell. Or... what little of a shell that she had left. She decked herself out in the best outift she could find, and with that she headed on out to the London night scene. If she had been smart she would have brought along her gun, but she wasn't exactly thinking that night.
She got into the place without much trouble, considering the bouncer didn't seem too interested in keeping people out. She didn't even need to flash her ID, which was unusual. Karen didn't think much of it, though. She was having too much fun. She found a person or two she had something in common with, and just blended in with their group.
Things were going well, she was having fun and getting pretty drunk, she was dancing and moving with the music, when suddenly the music was cut out and she got that sinking feeling in her stomach. Something big was going to happen. She pushed her way out of the crowd, to her back and rummaged through it. She pulled out her cellphone and clung to it tightly. If anything was going to happen, Torchwood had to be notified. Karen sighed. Why tonight, of all nights? But of course, the twenty-first century was when it all changed.
The radio blasting, the girls are glancing,
The dash is dancing with gleaming dials.
[/i][/font][/right]The dash is dancing with gleaming dials.
NOTES// Ohh, s'not my best... and I'm sure I could do better, I'm just... dead xD[/blockquote]
OUTFIT//cliiick
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