Marilynd strided up to the woman and smiled hardly.<b>I'm Marilynd.</b>she said softly as she shook the girls hand. For some reason Marilynd ways had an issue with beig unknown, and so whenever she met someone or was at a small gathering...she had to make sure she shook everyone's hand.<b>So who's dog is it?</b>she asked as if the other girl knew, and narrowed her eyes into the dark alley where it seemed to simply dissapear. She sighed out of frustration and pulled her dark red hair over her shoulder and braided down. She shifted, making her white cardigan twist over her floral blouse. Her hands hooked into the belt loops of her denim jeans and turning her knuckles white. She walked back over to Jack annoyingly, her creamy brown ankle boots clicking and throwing echoes onto the walls.