March 16, 2012.
Her name is Marrilace Amethyst Suzie, and she is the most fantabulously awesome person you will ever have the infinite joy and honor of meeting, unless you don't meet her, in which case she is the most fantabulously awesome person you will never have the infinite joy and honor of meeting.
Or something.
Firstly, she's pretty. She is really, really pretty, though she's actually really modest about it. Next to her, any of the Classical Venus statues would look plain.
Also, they'd look pretty much dead and creepily pale-skinned, but that's because they're statues and also their paint has worn away.
So yeah. Marrilace Amethyst Suzie is fantabulously pretty. She has short-long-short platinum blonde/sunrise pink/apple purple hair that is really tidy and choppily cut. She has amethyst purple eyes (like her name) and everyone's jealous of her looks.
And she has a really great body. Remember those statues we were talking about? Yeah. Sure, that tends towards the fat and the flat-chested by modern standards, but it's rather obvious that she was born in the wrong era anyway.
She's always plugged into her headphones which are crimson in color and go pretty damn fantabulously with her hair. Sometimes it's music which she doesn't favor so much because she's a musician herself and she keeps getting distracted by technical dissection, analysis of what the artist has done that she would do differently, so a lot of the time it's audiobooks.
Today, it's Skulduggery Pleasant, and as the schoolbus rattles and jerks along, she is listening to the words of Derek Landy whilst gently clutching the hand of her best friend in the whole world ever.
Said best friend is Black Malisse (isn't that a clever name lol), and Black Malyss is, quite honestly, cool.
Like, not Marrilace-cool. No one is quite that cool. But Malisse is pretty cool.
She's not hot like Marrilace, and she's definitely not pretty. But she's got something. Maybe it's the way that her joints stick out in her tiny little limbs that are actually normal in terms of bone-size and just pathetically thin in terms of what should be covering that bone but isn't. Maybe it's her complete and utter lack of breasts, lack of voluptuousness, the gaunt-pathetic-skinny that screams out at you when you're looking at her. Maybe it's her clothes or her makeup or her piercings. She has quite a lot of piercings.
Whatever it is, though, Black Malisse is cool.
And at this very moment, she is swallowing down bile because she hasn't eaten in sixteen hours and also because she's dizzy and hungry and doesn't much like the bus, which is really very crowded, and she also really doesn't like all the looks she's getting, the ones that mark her out as a freak and weird and twisted, the ones that start with her bones and don't leave, and she feels a bit lonely, even though she's holding her friend's hand, or maybe especially since she is.
She doesn't make a sound.