Her footsteps were gentle, but she walked on her two legs like stilts. Awkwardly holding herself against the doorway, she was planted a bit like a superhero, shoulders back, chin up. The top of the girl's head only came to Chris' chin, but she looked to be nearly six feet tall. Her frame was thin, and long. Subtly feminine and vulnerable, she dressed herself in men's clothing. Her hair was cut short, but her face was angelic under the sinking sun's rays. She was colorful and eccentric; rather, dark shaded and mysterious. Either. Both. Nay, all four. Her smile was modest and full of humility. "hey," she begin carefully. "The last few weeks I've been watching this house get more and more... house-like. But, every time i walk by i never see anyone here." She laughed at herself and stumbled around the door in an adorable kind of way.
"My name's Felicia. I live up the beach." she walked into the room and extended her hand.
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