Spiralling
Mood:  down
Now Playing: silence
Topic: Opener
Aren flicked her long black hair over her shoulder, her eyes darting back and forth nervously. It was happening again, this feeling. Irrational fear...or, this made it more terrfying, perhaps rational fear. Her fingers tapped the wheel, long, slender, and tipped with electric blue nails that sparked contrastingly with the black wheel. Her foot tipped on the gas pedal and her concentration narrowed, making the speed she was going seem much out of place. This fear she felt was confusing to her. She thought she was over it but why was it coming back? His actions, his words...she wondered what she was really getting into, or what it was she had gotten into. Aren slowed for a stop sign, her eyes shifting this way and that. She felt as though she had very little control over the situation and that scared her. Aren was once again spiralling into very dangerous waters, and though she was always up and ready for danger...she didn't know how close she wanted to be to this one.