As Rukia sat near the restaurant with her best look of misery, she idly rubbed her cheek as a streak of filth appeared on it. Her hair grew longer and longer into a cascading, tangled black mess that reached her ass in the back and hid her face in the front. She had to constantly push her hair out of the way in order to see, making her look even more pathetic. A filthy scarf appeared around her neck, covered in dirt and grime and snot.
Rukia reached up to pull her hair away once again, and her fingernails lengthened. Unkempt and an inch long each, they were like filthy talons. And behind the sad exterior of her lips, her teeth began to ache as cavities and rotting took their toll on her mouth. Her breath was simply foul.
And underneath the long, messy hair and ragged clothing, Rukia's body thinned. Her fat burned away, leaving her with a sickly, gaunt appearance; a result of feeding on little more than scraps for so long. Rukia's pleading look became far more genuine when framed by er hollowed cheeks and pained expression.
Rukia sat at her spot, looking miserable. If only she could get some scraps, she would be grateful. But time passed, and few people passed by, while those that did simply chose to ignore her. With a heavy sigh, she turned to the sound of footsteps, and as she looked up, she saw a strangely familiar pair of older women. One of them had blonde hair, and the other pink. Perhaps they would help where others wouldn't?
Sat Sep 03 00:38:30 2011