(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br/><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br/>Sorting: Bronze Class<br/>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br/>Mood: Lusty and friendly<br/>Location: North Court, with Rabbit<br/>Time: Fall Term, 12:50 pm<br/>Outfit: Black leather corset, well-worn blue jeans, soft suede flat boots, hair pinned up halfway with chopsticks, gothic makeup with black lipstick and nails. Silver earrings and a black leather spiked choker, no purse<br/>Tag: Rabbit</strong><br/><br/>Snow saw the woman walking up and muttered to Rabbit, "Inbound." Her eyes cut to the side as she saw the woman approach, but the woman became the bitch when she flicked the judgemental and disdainful glance at her. Her eyes hardened, and when the woman slid in between them and started throwing her Irish brogue around, Snow was done. The quint "'Ello!" had Snow's eyes going flinty, and even as the woman was scolding Rabbit, Snow knew a potential buyer from the behavior. What the hell was this bitch's problem? Nope. Done, done, done. Snow was done. She flicked the cigarette aside, her eyes locking on the bimboish blonde hair skinny bones, and Snow she could deck her right in the face and split that pretty head wide open. "BEGGING your PARDON." she snapped, glaring. "I'm almost done speaking with him, and then I'll happily be out of your way." Snow's hand went to the back pocket of her blue jeans, threading through the brass knuckles in there, and she waited for the smartass comments to come flying.