Post by Minnie Walsh on Jan 14, 2009 18:52:47 GMT -5
The only reasons Minnie had relocated just outside of the dinky little town, was due to its weather reputation. Usually she enjoyed the nightlife of the bustling cities, where the food supply was large, and the excitement never ending. However, Forks like many other small towns in her past, where just pit stops, before again she kept moving. Minnie never stayed in one place for too long, never wanting attention to be drawn, or the murder toll to get too high. Not like any police could ever catch her.
It was during the evening hours that Minnie first wandered into the actual town of Forks. Her residents was an abandonded house that was barely within the town zones. She had been spending her days making the place livable, while nights had been spent in Seattle. But her curiousity had gotten the best of her, so into town she wandered, wanting to see exactly what small town suburban life was like for humans. Down the streets she walked, her high wasted seventies jeans worn at the knees and hems, and a sweater pulled over her tee shirt. Not that she was cold, it was more for show than anything else. A bored expression was on her face, as her burgundy colored eyes glanced along the various stores, homes, and places to eat.
It was during the evening hours that Minnie first wandered into the actual town of Forks. Her residents was an abandonded house that was barely within the town zones. She had been spending her days making the place livable, while nights had been spent in Seattle. But her curiousity had gotten the best of her, so into town she wandered, wanting to see exactly what small town suburban life was like for humans. Down the streets she walked, her high wasted seventies jeans worn at the knees and hems, and a sweater pulled over her tee shirt. Not that she was cold, it was more for show than anything else. A bored expression was on her face, as her burgundy colored eyes glanced along the various stores, homes, and places to eat.
