[ at these parties, shannon is always in attendance, always moving just along the fringe of the crowd, ever observing. there is always a smile playing upon her lips, as if she's just heard something incredibly amusing, and always an untouched drink in her hand. the conversations she chooses to take part in are always seemingly chosen upon a whim. she is always lovely, always engaging, always striking just the right note with her contributions. and then, always so quickly, so quietly, she'd vanish into the shadows and be gone. shannon slipped away in the blink of an eye, in search of something better, something more exciting, perhaps.
she'd been here four years, and the pattern still hadn't changed. she somtimes wondered if there were any point in keeping up the pretense anymore, if she should simply change her habit all together and stay hidden away up in her room, only inviting up those she chose to speak with. but this was more her style, she thought. like hunting, even if it were only fish in a barrel, so to speak. ]
SHANNON | various
she'd been here four years, and the pattern still hadn't changed. she somtimes wondered if there were any point in keeping up the pretense anymore, if she should simply change her habit all together and stay hidden away up in her room, only inviting up those she chose to speak with. but this was more her style, she thought. like hunting, even if it were only fish in a barrel, so to speak. ]