Susan

There’s a pretty woman standing on the bus. Her hair is blonde, short and very professional. She is wearing a white turtle neck, and black denim jeans. She has black boots on, and has a little boy in the stroller. The boy has blonde hair as well, and his eyes match his mothers cool blue. I’m going to call her Susan.

Susan’s a business woman, and you can tell she’s got a spine. Her eyes are cold looking at anyone other than her baby boy, who gets a soft smile and stroke to his head. She cares deeply for her son, but it seems there’s something else bothering her – her lip tucks in at the corner, before she pulls the bottom one into her mouth. She nibbles at it with even white teeth, ruining her dark red lipstick.

Susan looks like the kind of woman who has money, although she isn’t driving. She has the demeanour of someone who can afford life, and having a child. She has no wedding ring on that I can see. In fact, there is no jewellery other than the small silver hoops that are barely noticeable.

She’s a beautiful woman, but definitely troubled. Maybe she’s married but is having problems with her husband – it would explain the lack of a wedding ring. When she moves to place the pacifier in her son’s mouth again, I notice that her nails are the same shade of red as her lips, tipped with snow white. Once her son is calm again she pulls out a tube of lipstick and a compact mirror, fixing her lipstick. She gets off the bus, pushing the stroller with her back straight and a confident upwards tilt of her head. Her boots make a distinct click on the sidewalk before the bus door closes.

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Joseph

He looks like a Joseph. He is tall, with broad shoulders and a steady gaze. He has a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He inhales slowly, releasing the smoke through his nose.

He has an interesting life, full of parties and clubs. He doesn't have a girlfriend but has had many girls. He's handsome, and uses his looks to his full advantage. More than likely he lives in a barely furnished apartment, where he takes those girls home after a fun night of clubbing.

He's wearing black pants and shoes, as well as a white dress shirt. There is no visible body art or jewellery. His eyes are brown, as is his hair. He looks tired, and ruffled – somewhat confused. He has no idea what he’s doing out of bed at eight o’clock in the morning. He’s used to sleeping until the afternoon, getting up, and doing it all over again.

He shakes his head, and it’s easy to see he’s partially hung over. He was out drinking last night, but he’s up so early he probably didn’t bring anyone home. He feels happy with the life he leads, but also like he’s drowning in debts.

Most of his clothes have been bought for him, and he can hardly afford his apartment let alone the alcohol he consumes nightly – but that’s what the women are for.

He smirks, looking around at everyone as though he knows some great secret before he walks off in a lazy stride, heading to some unknown destination.

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Julia

[Mz C I forgot to do a blog on the 30th so I am doing two for the 1st of October!]

Julia has rich chestnut brown hair, tugged into a loose bun. When the lights above her hit her head at the right angle, her hair sparkles and takes on a red sheen. Her eyes are a soft, creamy brown that look similar to a chocolate cake mix in color and texture. Her skin is a few shades darker than a tan, and she's absolutely gorgeous.

Julia looks bored with her job. She's young still and probably working part time to pay for college. Even though she's merely serving people you can see a hidden intelligence in her eyes, partially masked from the boredom currently shining in them.

People are staring at her enviously, although she doesn't take notice. Despite her beauty she doesn't seem like a snob - in fact, she appears very down to earth and friendly. She gives everyone the same smiles, the same polite tone.

She's smart and beautiful both on the inside and outside. Living with her parents, she's probably taking a course in nutrition or culinary. The only interest she shows involves the food she's serving to people. She'd make a good chef, as she knows what she's talking about. All questions are answered without hesitation.

She'll make a good life for herself, it's easy to see. She isn’t worrying about life, or bills, or how to pay for college. She has everything under control, including her attitude towards everyone else. She’ll get through school and life without many problems.

She’s single, not wanting to date before she’s made a life for herself.That’s what Julia seems to be doing. She is living to make herself happy. She’ll be good at what she does.

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Joanne

Her hair is a mess, and her eyes are wild. She doesn't have a good life - no family, no husband, no children. Her name is Joanne, and she is a wreck.

She's miserable. She has a minimum wage job and uses her small amount of income to somehow pay off her bills and landlord. She only lives in a small apartment, but to her it's a safe haven from the world that judges her so harshly.

Her blue-grey eyes look around at everyone. They're filled with silent accusations, as if the people around her are the source of her problem. Joanne hates the world and what it's done to her.

Her life has been full of pain and suffering, so much in fact that she's given up. She wont kill herself, but she's stopped trying to make it better. Her blouse, once white, is now gray and she wear faded jeans with it. She could have been a pretty lady had she cleaned up a bit.

With eyes the color of stones, and chestnut hair sprinkled through with gray, it's hard to say whether she's eldery, or stressed. She laughs suddenly and startles those around her - enough that they move away from her. She scares them.

She knows she scares them, takes pleasure in it even. Joanne can't stand people. She takes joy in the looks of fear they give her, in the thought that she may very well be insane.

She grins at me now, and I smile back at her. She's caught off guard, used to having people scurry away from her. I hold the door open for her, and the look on her face is enough to make me really smile. She shakes her head as I walk by, saying that I'm a "really strange kid".

That's okay, she's more strange. At least I don't hate my life.