Post by Lorcan Parrish on Sept 6, 2007 21:27:09 GMT -5
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The girl's hips bumped, up and down as her bare heel thumped against the cold stone floor, her mouth taking the silent shape of the words. The thin black wire protruding from her mess of wet, black hair looped several times in small curls, trailing down her side, occasionally brushing against her pale skin as her head bobbed to the drums, the little rainbow music player press between her skin and her skivvies =] A single drop of water dripped down from a loose lock of hair and landing on the edge of the sink as she leaned over it, fixing her eyeliner in the large, rather warped mirror. Wringing her hair out over the sink, she looked at her eyes.
They were wide and luminescent in the dim light, the heathered gray flecked with black looking light and pretty. With a flick of her wand hot air streamed from her wand tip, and using her fingers she dried her hair out, her toes wriggling underneath the damp towel that lay across her feet.
A glance at her watch in the dark told her it was about 1:42 as she pulled her Drop Dead, Gorgeous shirt over her head, pulling it down over her nose to pull her denim skinny pants on, buckling her white studded belt around the back. The only other girl awake, across the room only glanced at her once as half of her head stuck out from her shirt as she pulled on her socks and slipped on her vans. At last, pulling down her shirt over her tummy she exited the dorm, waving her wand as she went.
Smiling, she pushed open the carved door and stepped into the dark hallway.
There was a night curfew, but who would they care is if she was out in the morning?
The cold, moist night air greeted her as she squeezed through the great oaken doors, almost immediately wishing she had worn a jacket. Huddling down in her shirt, she walked away from the school, leaving a trail in the fresh dew. She could tell it was night, due to the quality of the air and the silence it held, thick with anticipation for the next day.
Reaching the lake's edge she walked along it for a few minutes, her feet sinking in the cold, damp sand, stopping as she found a little stretch of bank that curved inward, a small path between a larch beech tree and some random foliage. Pushing the wet leaves away, she walked down and sat in the sand, her feet at the water's edge. Reclining, she lay her head on the sand, lulled by the lapping of the water at her shoes, her breath slow and clouding the air.
The girl's hips bumped, up and down as her bare heel thumped against the cold stone floor, her mouth taking the silent shape of the words. The thin black wire protruding from her mess of wet, black hair looped several times in small curls, trailing down her side, occasionally brushing against her pale skin as her head bobbed to the drums, the little rainbow music player press between her skin and her skivvies =] A single drop of water dripped down from a loose lock of hair and landing on the edge of the sink as she leaned over it, fixing her eyeliner in the large, rather warped mirror. Wringing her hair out over the sink, she looked at her eyes.
They were wide and luminescent in the dim light, the heathered gray flecked with black looking light and pretty. With a flick of her wand hot air streamed from her wand tip, and using her fingers she dried her hair out, her toes wriggling underneath the damp towel that lay across her feet.
A glance at her watch in the dark told her it was about 1:42 as she pulled her Drop Dead, Gorgeous shirt over her head, pulling it down over her nose to pull her denim skinny pants on, buckling her white studded belt around the back. The only other girl awake, across the room only glanced at her once as half of her head stuck out from her shirt as she pulled on her socks and slipped on her vans. At last, pulling down her shirt over her tummy she exited the dorm, waving her wand as she went.
Smiling, she pushed open the carved door and stepped into the dark hallway.
There was a night curfew, but who would they care is if she was out in the morning?
The cold, moist night air greeted her as she squeezed through the great oaken doors, almost immediately wishing she had worn a jacket. Huddling down in her shirt, she walked away from the school, leaving a trail in the fresh dew. She could tell it was night, due to the quality of the air and the silence it held, thick with anticipation for the next day.
Reaching the lake's edge she walked along it for a few minutes, her feet sinking in the cold, damp sand, stopping as she found a little stretch of bank that curved inward, a small path between a larch beech tree and some random foliage. Pushing the wet leaves away, she walked down and sat in the sand, her feet at the water's edge. Reclining, she lay her head on the sand, lulled by the lapping of the water at her shoes, her breath slow and clouding the air.
