Post by Leviticus Blessing on Dec 3, 2009 22:36:15 GMT
This is Levi out on the town, just chilling.
His long black hair jutting out at different angles, except for the piece covering his left eye. The multi coloured streaks running from root to tip throughout his hair as he moved to the music. His visible eye was a brilliant emerald in colour and lined with eyeliner which was now smudged around the lid and some ran down his pale cheek. His lips were pale but the lower one had a black lip ring covering it partially, right down the middle. His ears were pierced a few times, and he wore an assortment of studs and rings.
His toned but slender torso was covered in a tight black t-shirt with the red anarchy symbol spray painted on the front. On his right arm lay a black Celtic tattoo, whose twines twisted there way down to his elbow. His fingernails were coated in a layer of black varnish, though some had chipped off. His wrist was decorated with a plain black sweat band.
His trousers were tight fitting, drainpipes. Black, like most of his clothes, though they were ripped and frayed in places, in others they had been patched up roughly with safety pins. On his feet were a pair of red converses, they were battered and worn but comfortable.
His whole body moved with the music, the beat hammering in his chest as he soaked in everything, the smell, the sights, the feeling. His eyes glancing round and across the seething mass of bodies contained within a single dance floor, his inhibitions had been washed away by beer, vodka and all manner of other things to match. He was free. Single. Up for a laugh. This was his night. his, and anyone else who wished to share it with him. And who was this free and single young man? Levi. Just Levi. He didn't believe in last names.
