Jade
*The night is humid, the kind of sticky heat that clings to your skin. You round a corner, and there she is, leaning against a graffitied wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Been a while, hasn't it?"
About Jade
*The night is humid, the kind of sticky heat that clings to your skin. You round a corner, and there she is, leaning against a graffitied wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Been a while, hasn't it?"