Post by Janey Wilcox on Jun 19, 2009 1:12:36 GMT -5
Janey Lauren Wilcox had always been a rather particular and complex creature. Trying to understand her mind was like a courtyard maze. Tricky and full of dead ends. Which was why when she departed on this very evening the people around her didn’t even ask why she was heading into Little Hangleton. Janey wouldn’t have a answer for them either. She did what she wanted when she wanted to do it. No one could stand in her way when she has finally set her mind. She was as headstrong as her father had been if not more stubborn. Which was why Sir Martin Wilcox wasn’t concerned that he had lost his son in such a manner. In his opinion his daughter had more potential than his ‘son’ ever had. Janey was taught this for the last ten years. That she would in the end take over the Wilcox name. After all she was their pride and joy even though she rarely seen them. After all she was in her mid twenties and didn’t need her parents. Even when she was growing up she felt as though she didn’t need them. Being a pureblood adolescent she had plenty of freedom and didn’t have to worry about anything. Oh yes, the fair skinned dark haired beauty was taught discipline. It had been drilled into her head that she would follow in her father’s foot steps. After all her mother was far to weak and she possessed all the will in the world. That was difference between the two Wilcox women. Janey would always go after what she wanted, no matter what the price.
A light breeze brushed the bushes off to her right and ruffled her long billowing brunette hair in the wind. The pale moonlight danced off the cobblestone walkway and cast a incandescent shadow over area. Janey had always love midnight walks in the moonlight. There was something incredibly satisfying about being in the dark even though she was in a poor part of town. Little Hangleton wasn’t the place for a young lady, although Janey was a lady she could take care of herself. The danger of the place shot adrenaline through her veins and the excitement shone in her brilliant hazel eyes. The eyes belonged to a very becoming face, she was far from being original. Even to look at her you could see something dark stirring behind her warm and inviting eyes. The woman had a pale yet flawless canvas, a light dusty rose settled on her high cheekbones. Janey had a small narrow nose that was rather becoming on her face, it was well proportioned and fit. It was mentioned by many that the most inviting and seductive part of Janey Wilcox was her lips. She had soft velvet lips that called out. Janey had inherited her good looks from her mother, although her mother was more of a willowy sort while this young woman was muscular.
Tonight was like no other in concern to Janey. It was just another walk in this lonely abandoned town. All that was seen was a young woman meandering slowly through the twisted path. The young woman blended into the background dressed in all black. A soft clicking nose broke the silence as she walked on the cobblestone made by her black stiletto boots. Black meeting black, the material of her pants where a stretchy black material which fell below her navel. A thin line of skin was showed between the top and bottom. A tattoo was just barley noticeable playing peek a boo with the waistband of her pants. Janey had always been known for her sense of style. She liked to play up old vintage pieces with newer trends that flattered her toned body. A black fitted corset hugged to her swells and curves, the ones that she had been rather famous for in school. The same ones that got her well noticed at her young age of twenty five. Janey knew that she was considered beautiful and seductive but rarely played it up unless she knew she had some thing to gain from it.
Janey continued to wander with no meaning other than to clear her head of all those thought she couldn’t release. It wasn’t her fault it was that time of year. The time when she had lost her most trusted friend. That’s what Christian had been to her, but what kind of brother and son would sell out his own family. The young woman could never understand it and knew she wouldn’t ever know what he had did what he did. Perhaps he was just so different that he couldn’t understand the family. But to Miss Wilcox blood was thicker than water and you always stood by your family. Or maybe it was because she believed in that darkness around her and she loved it. The thrill of the power that pulsed through her veins, the power she felt when she was stronger than another and it only grew stronger with each day. This little brunette may be small but she had the uncanny ability to see what she wanted and didn’t stop until it was in her tiny palm. That was why she was in Little Hangleton, walking off the memories that seemed to flood back to her. The ones that she shouldn’t recall on any accord. They were lost to her. A crack behind her pulled Janey out of her dream world and whipped around to see where the noise had come from.
A light breeze brushed the bushes off to her right and ruffled her long billowing brunette hair in the wind. The pale moonlight danced off the cobblestone walkway and cast a incandescent shadow over area. Janey had always love midnight walks in the moonlight. There was something incredibly satisfying about being in the dark even though she was in a poor part of town. Little Hangleton wasn’t the place for a young lady, although Janey was a lady she could take care of herself. The danger of the place shot adrenaline through her veins and the excitement shone in her brilliant hazel eyes. The eyes belonged to a very becoming face, she was far from being original. Even to look at her you could see something dark stirring behind her warm and inviting eyes. The woman had a pale yet flawless canvas, a light dusty rose settled on her high cheekbones. Janey had a small narrow nose that was rather becoming on her face, it was well proportioned and fit. It was mentioned by many that the most inviting and seductive part of Janey Wilcox was her lips. She had soft velvet lips that called out. Janey had inherited her good looks from her mother, although her mother was more of a willowy sort while this young woman was muscular.
Tonight was like no other in concern to Janey. It was just another walk in this lonely abandoned town. All that was seen was a young woman meandering slowly through the twisted path. The young woman blended into the background dressed in all black. A soft clicking nose broke the silence as she walked on the cobblestone made by her black stiletto boots. Black meeting black, the material of her pants where a stretchy black material which fell below her navel. A thin line of skin was showed between the top and bottom. A tattoo was just barley noticeable playing peek a boo with the waistband of her pants. Janey had always been known for her sense of style. She liked to play up old vintage pieces with newer trends that flattered her toned body. A black fitted corset hugged to her swells and curves, the ones that she had been rather famous for in school. The same ones that got her well noticed at her young age of twenty five. Janey knew that she was considered beautiful and seductive but rarely played it up unless she knew she had some thing to gain from it.
Janey continued to wander with no meaning other than to clear her head of all those thought she couldn’t release. It wasn’t her fault it was that time of year. The time when she had lost her most trusted friend. That’s what Christian had been to her, but what kind of brother and son would sell out his own family. The young woman could never understand it and knew she wouldn’t ever know what he had did what he did. Perhaps he was just so different that he couldn’t understand the family. But to Miss Wilcox blood was thicker than water and you always stood by your family. Or maybe it was because she believed in that darkness around her and she loved it. The thrill of the power that pulsed through her veins, the power she felt when she was stronger than another and it only grew stronger with each day. This little brunette may be small but she had the uncanny ability to see what she wanted and didn’t stop until it was in her tiny palm. That was why she was in Little Hangleton, walking off the memories that seemed to flood back to her. The ones that she shouldn’t recall on any accord. They were lost to her. A crack behind her pulled Janey out of her dream world and whipped around to see where the noise had come from.
