gunna be a good day.

[Kawaii]

Akiko walked slowly admiring everything. It was chilly and she was wrapped in a dark Purple Pcoat, Which stood out agaisnt her bright white skinny jeans. She was also wearing a pair of dark purple heels. They weren't to high but they helped her Look a tad bit taller. She hated being so short but what could you do.

Akiko was on her way back from the cemetary. She went to visit her brother Sora. He died when she was younger and it devistated her. She knew though that he wouldn't want her to dwell on his death. No... he'd want her to live life to its fullest and thats what she plane don doing.

Smiling she thought about school. She was working so hard and luckily it was paying off quite nicely. Shivering she sighed. Winter was coming and she hated the cold. Moving a litle faster she saw her favorite bench and couldn't help but plop down. It over looekd a little river. It made her feel so peaceful. Running a hand through her strangly natural colored red purple hair she smiled. To day was going to be a good day.

Outfit?!
P coat : Here
Shoes : Think these heels, but shorter and not open toed
White Skinny Jeans : just in case you didn't know what they looked like

Well this is what she is wearing.

[Master Breeze Chan]

The world was worse than a snow globe. The air was chilled, yet no snow graced the ground. The trees above strangled the sky with curled and gnarled branches, bare and lifeless. There were some trees that still had their bright yellow, red, or orange leaves, but most were mere skeletal silhouettes against a bright, cloudless sky. Rukayat was on her way home from her piano recital. It had gone exceptionally well. She knew it was just skill that had helped her, but she liked to believe that it had been her outfit. It was a dress with a tight-fitted black bodice which flowed out into a vertical striped pattern in the skirt part of it.
She hadn't had a new recital outfit since her winter recital...when she was nine. She was on the short side, and really hadn't grown at all over the past five years. Over that last one, though, she went through some serious changes which made her mum finally realize, now at the age of fifteen, her daughter needed a new dress. And there we are now in the present. Rukayat twisted her hips and watched as the dress swished around her pleasantly.
A cold blast of air threw itself against her and she pulled her windbreaker around her tightly, realizing too late that she should have brought her hat. Her hair was in the usual pigtails, her bangs sliding across her forehead in narrow slices, like ice. A year ago she might have looked childish, but now the look seemed to radiate a more dangerous innocence. She liked this. It made her feel more grown up.
As she was walking she noticed a familiar face. Wasn't that girl in her grade; in her school? She mused quietly to herself, before finally deciding that yes, she had seen her before. She might as well say hi, right?

"Hullo," Rukayat said in a crisp British accent, the words tangling with the Japanese. It was always easy to tell that she wasn't from around here. It wasn't just that while everyone seemed to be ghostly white in Japan while she was more the color of the ebony floorboards, but also her English accent that gave away where she was from no matter how she tried to cover it, "I'm not sure if you know me, but I'm Rukayat. We go to the same school, I think. You're Akiko, right?" She held out a hand in introduction, but quickly pulled it away. Not only did she remember that here people bowed, but also that she would stare at her six fingers. She offered a friendly smile instead.