.Take Your Time.

Green eyes peer up at the Lodge from under a black hoody. Decorated with thick red horizontal stripes. Her zipper half way up, revealing a tight black tank top beneath. Her bangs were long, and tucked behind her ears, long pale fingers pull back the hood. Raven Locks pulled back in a pony tail that reached halfway down her back, tis ending in a vibrant red. Full lips painted black, with two silver hoops resting symmetrically on her bottom lip. She brings her marlboro to her lips and takes a deep drag before slinging her back pack to the ground.

Blowing out a steady stream of smoke, she sits lightly on the lodge stairs, and begins ruffling through her bag. Cig dangling from her lips.