<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Bluma</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> the Wilted Rose</span><br/><br/>Bluma's delicate hand held her head as it tilted to the side at the sight that she had just beheld in the park. Some crazed boy had done some crazy stunt with the many slow fragile seniors sulking around. He now stood in a some what shady spot over his bike he seemed the type that she could handle the non-boring type with some grace she thought to herself as she looked him over. He more then met the measure for physically appealing she thought as she silently bit her lower lip. Pursing her lips together she gracefully jumped off the large metal child's toy and walked in his direction. Taking a backward glance the kids of the park were pleased to have regained there toy she smiled lightly with a smirk before it vanished as soon it passed her lips. Standing about a foot from him he pretty much towered over her small frame but she wasn't worried she never was that was her flaw, she thought as she looked over the bike acting as if he didn't exist. "How fast does she go?" she asked her voice plain and simple as her dark eyes scanned the bike in silence.