[center][b][h2][color=green]Veronica Winters[/color][/h2]
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[color=green]“Yeah, Enchanted Florist's right...? Ah, good. Um, I'm phoning to let ya know that I would like to order 4 dozen red roses for my mother's birthday... yeah, I know it's quite a bit but it doesn't matter... trust me, I can pay whatever it is, I just need the roses... hell, I can give you the address either over the phone or I can be there, you tell me... okay, it's 4287 Roman Rd. House 432... mhmm... I need them there tomorrow...”[/color]

Two pale fingers lightly tapped the end of the cigarette on the back of the bench, the ash at the end falling off easily. The cigarette was then returned to pale lips.

[color=green]“Time... hmm...”[/color] [i]If I know my folks, they probably won't start the part until about 6... it might be kinda funny to imagine them being so thrown by my gift...[/i] [color=green]“4:30 sound good...? Afternoon, yes, that'd be preferable. Yes, I can finish up my registry online and pay... mhmm... my name? Ah, Veronica Winters... mhmm... yeah, just how it sounds... thank you. A card? Uh... yeah. Actually, yeah. I want a card as well. What to have?”[/color]

Smoke billowed from those pale lips as deep purple orbs wandered around the park with contemplative eyes. Those eyes then seemed to stop on a lone female figure sitting on a bench. Those eyes curiously eyed up the form of a beautiful blonde with a camera around her neck. She felt inspiration strike her at that very moment.

[color=green]“You still there...? Hmm, I've decided. Please write: [b]I promise you, didn't I?[/b] Mhmm... mhmm... don't sign it or anything, just the message... mhmm... yes, I'll send everything over later today when I'm home... mhmm... thank you.”[/color]

Veronica hung up with a small sigh as she placed her phone into her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b0/1b/60/b01b608852887e0078c132f3febd3067.jpg]pocket[/url], taking one last drag of her diminishing cigarette before standing. Rolling her shoulders as she looked around, she took a few steps to the left of the bench and tapped off the last bits of ash before tossing the cigarette butt into the trash.

Her eyes wandered over the the woman on the bench once more before she turned her gaze away. Hands moving up, she grasped the large chunky black headphones (With skulls on them, of course.) and allowed them to move up from her neck to her head. With them secured over her ears, she brandished her phone once more in her quest for a soundtrack.

After skimming through her plethora of music, she stopped on one. Smirking a little, she tapped it and let the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBZwZ2dyjBY]music[/url] wash over her. Humming a little to the lyrics, she adjusted the messenger bag at her side (With a crap ton of pins from various bands of course.) before stuffing her phone and hands into her pockets. Then, off she walked. She was unsure as to where to go next but has a few ideas in mind.