OOC: Er-Wind Waker, where's your sign-up? I'd like to see what Vincent looks like...OH and KokoBean? The very first 'Jiselle' in my sign-up was a link to her image. Did you see that in the PM? Cuz it ain't a link on the sign-up.
IC:Jiselle walked down the soaked sidewalk, her best friend at the moment, right in her hand. Her cream colored umbrella. Brand-new, with a straight black handle, it was the only thing shielding her beautiful blonde hair and her cream colored outfit from the rain. And that was a very important thing.
She waved to a few other lingering teenagers. Jiselle had lived here for forever. Forever as in, her entire lifetime. The result was, she knew nearly everyone out on the streets. Or, at least, everyone who lived near her, her school, and her friends. Beautiful thing, popularity. Jiselle smirked as she noticed a few geeks dancing into a book store to get out of the rain. It wasn't as though she disliked reading, she just disliked being seen in a book store, or any place that wasn't the hottest clothing shop, or the hottest coffee place. The park was okay, but only with friends. Otherwise, it was on the streets, or at home. Even in the bitter cold rain, Jiselle refused to wear anything warmer. Her cream trench coat was keeping her warm enough anyway. It wasn't a chilling rain. Not to her anyway.
It was comfortable, as would've been that cute boy's arms. Jiselle's smirk turned into a grin, as she waved to the boy, who waved back, though in a flash, he was gone-right into a book store. Jiselle felt her mouth open slightly and reprimanded herself for waving to a boy who even dared enter a book store. On the streets in public anyway.
Jiselle sighed, her neatly spread pink lipstick making her lips glossier then ever. She loved the fact that she knew she was beautiful. Her hair was always perfect, and she freaked whenever it wasn't. This she was well known for. Not even one hair could be out of place with her knowladge. Otherwise it would be smoothed down in a flash.
Camille was at a friends house, so Jiselle was free to roam, but with her friends all preoccupied with their families, she had little to do. For the first time in ages.