xx. LAND .of the `LOST.

[kendra short]

tag;; kendra, open.

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Lenses tinted with sepia, bordered by thick plastic frames of black, served to conceal cerulean hues and to mask the expression of discomfort shrouded in their depths. The owner of the aforementioned eyes absentmindedly brushed a stray hair back from her face. In truth, it wouldn't do her auburn locks justice to call any single strand a "stray" one. Rather, the entire head of hair was "stray" in a sense -- wild, wiry, and only restrained by innumerable white hair clips, including the large one, with shape akin to a plus sign, that was more fashionable than it was functional.

In spite of the weather, long cotton sleeves with thick, neon-colored stripes alternating with equally thick black ones hugged her arms, extending from the body of a turtlenecked shirt bearing the same pattern. Over this article of clothing, she wore a denim dress. Fashioned after overalls, it was slightly loose, but still somehow managed to enhance the slight curves constant flat shape of her body. The hem fell about mid-thigh, underneath which leggings with the same black-neon striped pattern ran down to just below her knee.

The girl slid a hand down her side, both smoothing the dress and wiping sweat from her palm. Her anxious eyes, gazing through the translucent lenses, were directed at her feet, upon which had been slipped shiny black shoes with four-inch stiletto heels -- an inch higher than usual, she noted. The red head had been taught to dance with heels three inches high, but could barely keep steady with this pair. It was a curious situation, perhaps, but the girl felt that that extra inch made a significant difference.

Kendra's gaze shifted back to her surroundings, and she took off the black-rimmed shades, causing the world to lose its russet tint and reclaim its true colors. Her thumb slid across one of the lenses, leaving a smear of sweat and oil in its wake. She really detested wearing these things, especially indoors and in the dark. She'd convinced herself it was for her own well-being -- so that no one would recognize her; however, Kendra felt that wearing sunglasses only caused her to appear all the more conspicuous. so that her unfortunate case of headaches over the past few days wouldn't be triggered by any presence of bright lighting.

But really, that wasn't her biggest issue -- more of an extremey irritating inconvinence. She took a few tentative steps forward, quite unsure of where she was going and hoping that, if she kept on walking, she would regain her bearings. Ugh. Curses to her disastrously poor sense of direction. Lost? ... Oh how completely true that was. Kendra was no first year; she actually knew her way around the school pretty well -- something to be expected of a seventh year student. And yet, she'd still managed to find herself utterly lost and confused... with somewhat of a headache. Not to mention it was a bit late and not many other students were out walking around, or she'd just follow a group until she found a familiar place. But of course, there weren't any.

Well, Kendra had been in the company of a friend not too long ago, but that had actually been the start of her problems. The other girl, a ravenclaw, had needed to return to her commonroom for something and said she'd probably be awhile, so Kendra should just walk around for a bit unless she truly wanted to sit and wait. And she had done that, walking in one direction down one hallway. She was perfectly oriented, until reaching a four-way intersection with a domed ceiling. At this point she had looked up, marveling at its detailed paintings and the circular skylight at the top.

She had spun round and round, attempting to view the beautiful curving lines from all angles, and when she had had enough and looked back down, every one of the four directions appeared exactly the same. She had gotten herself, in a matter of seconds, completely lost. So, trusting her gut feeling, she had taken a random direction and began walking... and kept walking... and walking... Until she found herself in the Armor Gallery, late into the evening, by herself, with a headache, four floors short of the seventh.

Her gut feeling had proven to be very unreliable.

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