11:35 AM

The cacophony was tremendous. Somehow the sound had an atmosphere of its own - densely swallowing all it touched in a drowsy haze of noise. It swirled around, multi-colored yet gray, pulsing just above the figures moving about on the ground. The figures on the ground seemed unimpressed and were more intent on writing their names in the air with small, twinkling noises. In the midst of all this din stood a curiously inconsequential girl. She really was something - not tall, not short, not ugly, but not beautiful. She would be indescribably ordinary were it not for the fact that she was standing quite still while looking intently upwards to the source of the riotous noise no one was listening to. Despite the weight of the sounds all around her, she seemed compelled to listen -as if there was a earnestness and sincerity beneath it all. Every so often she'd slowly walk to another place in the crowd, following the intermittent spots of color that faded in and out of sight, only to pause and look at it conversationally once again. As time went on, her body seemed more weary


and time. Sorry I didn't finish, but that was 15 minutes. Maybe I'll finish it later - I kinda dig it. Cool prompt Christine!