The other young was glaring at her phone as they collided, and fell back, landing on a rather large rock, her arm hitting the stone with a sickening noise. Rather than screaming in pain, she grimaced, seeming disgusted and annoyed. With her good hand she put her phone in her pocket and looked up to see who she ran into... and glared.
She stood, holding her clearly broken are carefully. "And this would be why I stopped going out. Didn't the Doctor put you kids on a curfew or something?" she asked, glaring at her. "Go back to the Tardis if you can't be bothered to pay attention to where you are going."
The woman was a sight, even with a broken arm. She wore her hair back in a tight french braid held in place with a black and silver scrunchie, and black and silver seemed to be here whole theme. The shirt was a high necked black silk shirt with a hint of a silver shimmer to it and silver buttons etched in black. She wore a short pleated skirt that was black with silver pleats and buttons that matched those of the shirt. Under that was long black leggings with silver lights that slowly winked out one at a time, in a set pattern that takes hours to complete, and silver scrunch socks over black high tops with silver laces and rubber.
It managed to look elegant rather than flashy or overly bright, when put all together. And the glare she gave would have possibly even backed Chloe off. Perhaps.
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She stood, holding her clearly broken are carefully. "And this would be why I stopped going out. Didn't the Doctor put you kids on a curfew or something?" she asked, glaring at her. "Go back to the Tardis if you can't be bothered to pay attention to where you are going."
The woman was a sight, even with a broken arm. She wore her hair back in a tight french braid held in place with a black and silver scrunchie, and black and silver seemed to be here whole theme. The shirt was a high necked black silk shirt with a hint of a silver shimmer to it and silver buttons etched in black. She wore a short pleated skirt that was black with silver pleats and buttons that matched those of the shirt. Under that was long black leggings with silver lights that slowly winked out one at a time, in a set pattern that takes hours to complete, and silver scrunch socks over black high tops with silver laces and rubber.
It managed to look elegant rather than flashy or overly bright, when put all together. And the glare she gave would have possibly even backed Chloe off. Perhaps.