( empatheias sample.... i guess... )

[worldcup]

[ Walking down the streets today is one annoyed little girl; she takes on the appearance of one who should be eight years old, but is, in actuality, eighteen. She's old enough. Of course, her manner of dress should already be a tell tale sign that she's new, as well as the anger that spread across her feet as ice, forcing others who might be in the general vicinity to possibly slip and fall.

But of course she's not included in the whole slipping thing, just frowning as she watches this happen. ]

This isn't Avalon! I'm not supposed to be here—! [ Just leave her alone, she's stomping her feet angrily pretty much like a spoiled brat who's on a temper tantrum. ]