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People tend to ask, of any new visitor, how they got here.
But it makes as much sense to see Guy here as anywhere. She gets around, often in places that you'd neva want to see.
What you got here before you is a young body dressed in nothing but an old, fine white crocheted lace dress. The kind that's off the shoulder, a ruffle over the bust, kinda too short now that she's full grown. She's skinny. Why you wouldn't get a full set of good dinner napkins out of that tight dress. A touch tall, too, but not enough to be lanky.
Her grey hair would be a bit startling, if it weren't for the rest of her. It's the color of ashes, puffy at the roots, tapering back into natty dreads she's got pinned back with a porcupine quill.
Bright white teeth cut across her face like a crescent moon as she smiles. Her skin's as dark as a cocoa bean, and painted. Well, now, it might not *be* paint... from head to toe she's got a skeleton drawn on her front. A bit in the back, too; hips and spine and scapula connect around the shoulders to her arms. Her throat has the markings of neckbones on it, her chin is marked in white, and the top half of her face is painted as a skull, the lines of teeth stopping at her thick, curved upper lip.
Out from the dark skin of the 'sockets' her gold-hazel eyes twinkle with mischief.
She just grins. No one needs to bother askin' *her* how she got *anywhere*.
WIP WIP WIP WIP. So you know.. not all the way accurate.
