ooc: Yay, my prostitute. I know Zibb will remember Haden. :] I love my Haden. One of my oldest slash characters. Would love a rich man/prostitute kind of RP. =]

An inky black hung in the sky, random stars spread about, all of them resembling golden sequins in a sea of black velvet. The hour was rather late, a time when most were home in their respectable beds, or if not there, preparing for such. However, some souls were not quite so lucky to be in bed, others being stuck with the options of ‘working’ at this hour, selling themselves in questionable manners

However, it was a way to make a living, at the very least.

A silhouette darkened a corner, lithe frame pressed into a street post. The legs were cleanly shaven, and a pristine white, embellished in a black leather skirt. It hung to mid thigh, silver stilettoes in place on the feet. They were surprisingly large, though not overwhelmingly so. A quiet sigh was uttered, carelessly flicking the ash off a cigarette to the ground. The tone held a feminine note, as one might expect, though the wearer of aforementioned was skirt was indeed a male. It was not overly obvious, and one might have to look for a long while, especially given the clothes.

Upper half of the body was sporting a sequined halter top, shimmering as the male moved in the moonlight. A faint chill hung in the air, and yet no jacket was seen covering the red headed man’s shoulders. “Hmm...” he murmured, grinding out the remnants of his cigarette with his heel, jaden eyes searching out the scene. Business was rather slow tonight, though trying to keep his self alert concerning any random fools out at this hour.

Then again, he was out here.

Strands of a flaming red fell onto his face– it hung to his waist, and he knew he probably should have had it up. The hair even more so confirmed the image of a female– obviously, he wasn’t attempting to portray himself as masculine. Jaden eyes were thickly rimmed with black eyeliner, layers of navy mascara coating the lashes. A quick shut of the eyes revealed jaden eyeshadow thickly lidding his eyes. Features were extraordinarily pallid, giving the male an almost ghastly appearance. Thin lips drew into a tight line, which were painted boldly crinsom, seeming to draw attention from his pale tone.

The area in which he presently stood was littered with many bars and strip joints, at the very end of such a... seedy, part of town. The seventeen year old shifted in his spot, shivering against the sudden coolness of the air.

All he had to do now, was wait for a customer... or something. Anything was better than being back in that hell hole he liked to call an apartment.