Post by Anabelle Luminati on May 31, 2009 19:55:33 GMT -5
“Hi there.” A mild mannered woman wiggled her dainty fingers in a wave. “I’m Anabelle Luminati,” she giggled, “Luminati – sounds like an ancient cult or something, doesn’t it? Well, I can assure you there’s nothing ancient or cult-like here.” She pulled her upper lip up to show that she bore no fangs. Placing her hands back in her jean pockets, Anabelle spoke in her soft southern accent; a northeastern Texas accent to be precise. “I’ve heard that this town holds a few though.”
Captivating cerulean eyes peered out from behind a curled brown lock of hair. “I’m not very familiar with this area, so forgive me if I look like a lost, little lamb.” The slim female gave a pleasant smile as red filled her cheeks. “My grandmother recently fell ill, and since I’m out of college for the summer I offered to stay and look after her. She lives in a small town not too far from here.” Standing at five foot six inches, Anabelle looked to be just a regular young woman.
Captivating cerulean eyes peered out from behind a curled brown lock of hair. “I’m not very familiar with this area, so forgive me if I look like a lost, little lamb.” The slim female gave a pleasant smile as red filled her cheeks. “My grandmother recently fell ill, and since I’m out of college for the summer I offered to stay and look after her. She lives in a small town not too far from here.” Standing at five foot six inches, Anabelle looked to be just a regular young woman.
