Descriptive+Essay

11/8/09 7G**
 * Lizzie Jeon

She definitely stood out. Her beautiful caramel colored hair hung on her back, rippling prettily as she walked confidently. Her shining navy blue eyes searched the crowd, as if looking for a special someone. The corners of her full, peach-colored lips were curled into a smile and the sharp molars could be seen. Her tall figure loomed over other girls, but not in a weird way. The gold dress she was wearing sharpened every curbs of her body and the faces of the crowd now faced her, glowing with envy. Her name was Rosalie it seemed, from the loud whispers of the lesser girls. If Rosalie was feeling uncomfortable from the gossips that echoed in the large elegant ball room, she didn’t show it. She kept gliding on the velvety carpet, toward the front of the room. The jewels she wore on her neck and wrist glittered under the spotlight as she moved. Her expression was hard to read; she was keeping a poker face. But girls weren’t the only one who were watching her like a hawk. A young man with a white mask that covered only his eyes stood firmly in the corner, checking every move Rosalie made. He had curly brown hair with curious emerald green eyes that was both amazingly striking and scarily haunting. In a sudden move, he was gone from the lone corner. Was it because Rosalie had just left the room toward the bathroom or to ask someone to dance because a new song was on? Inside the ladies’ bathroom, Rosalie was back in her work mode aka spy mode. Her golden caramel colored hair was tied high on her head, her gold dress substituted by a black outfit and knee high combat boots, and a set of headphones were plugged into her ears. The sparkling, innocent Rosalie was instantly gone; the crafty, old Rosalie was back on the game. Her eyes looked harsh in a wolf-like way and she muttered something into the microphone attached to the headphones. She quickly but noiselessly scurried out the bathroom, ready to fulfill her mission. She skillfully managed to open the little vent overhead and jumped in, only a light thud able to be heard. Rosalie kept on and on until she unscrewed the new-looking screws from its places. A cool breeze welcomed her into the autumn night and an unexpected smoky scent wafted into her nostrils. Her lips curled into a growl and she knew her opponent was already there. The guy from the corner back in the ball room was looking at the lit city, resting his left hand in his pocket and holding a cigarette with the other. Rosalie made her way toward the center of the rooftop, folding her arms on her chest and letting the steady breeze carry her ponytail with the rhythm of the wind. The moon glowed from above, watching the two silently. Smoke drifted from one end of the cigarette and on to the black sky. “So?” Rosalie broke the ice, her voice cold. The man turned around, revealing his non-masked face. A sly smile spread across his face and his cold eyes searched Rosalie’s face. Now, Rosalie’s boss had ordered her to find out the top secret from this man or Iris, his code name. Apparently, the secret will unfold the suspicious mysteries that Iris’s company held. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle,” Iris purred in a light English accent. He reminded Rosalie of a hyena, a devious creature that she personally detested. “But unfortunately, the president commanded me to back off for now.” As those words were being sunk in Rosalie’s sharp ears, she lunged forward, reaching for the flapping ends of his coat. But Iris was already plunging into the cold air, diving down toward the cement blocks below. Rosalie growled with anger and watched Iris land expertly on his feet like a street cat. She backed away, disgusted, and reported to her director, who grunted and hung up. She squinted at the stars that twinkled brightly in the dark sky, ashamed at herself for letting Iris get away so fast. But something about his agility made even the infamous Rosalie feel admired. It was so quick but he seemed very confident of what he was doing. A true spy, Rosalie thought, placing her thin index finger on her dry lips. With those thoughts she strode back toward the vent and hopped inside the empty space. She glanced behind her, her dark blue eyes observing the deserted rooftop, and thought about the little face-to-face with Iris. Then, with a faint sneer, she made her way back into the ball room, promising herself that she will one day win against Iris. And nobody could stop Rosalie from reaching her goal.