Dress me in scarlet Ribbons and bows so everyone knows I'm hiding a face That hasn't the grace to go free If you are the desert, I'll be the sea. If you ever hunger, hunger for me. Whatever you ask for, I'll be.
My name is. Actually, I don't want to be 'that girl' any more. So call me Scarlet, it's my favourite colour after all. I'm British with champagne tastes, beer money and a penchant for high heels, straight vodka and bad boys. A professional chef, I love to feed people and have terrible taste in music.
I recently moved to the area and am still finding my feet. I've got a new job, a couple of good mates at work and a place all of my own filled with second hand books and shoes I can't afford. If we've just met you may get the impression I'm confident, snarky and game for a laugh. Yet, if you had met me this time last year you wouldn't have even noticed me.
The shoes might be inappropriate, but I'm running away all the same. But then again. Aren't we all?
[Scarlet does not belong to any particular Canon. Mun and muse are over 21. This is an OC RP Account.]