[jesse] -- am i not pretty enough? Mar 23, 2008 20:17:37 GMT -5
Post by Kyler Rea Urban on Mar 23, 2008 20:17:37 GMT -5
I'll be your medicine if you'll
save me from myself.
A light, gentle breeze woke her that morning, and it was very early indeed. She smoothed the covers away around her, making the tiny bed before she inched her way to the shower. "Might as well get up if all I'm going to do all morning is roll about..." she said aloud to her reflection, covered in black from yesterday's mascara and eyeliner. She yawned and turned the water on, changing the temperature to fit her personal needs. This made her feel a little better, being able to control at least a tiny part of her daily life, and this is around the point she decided that a day at the beach was something she had been subconsciously craving all along.[/size][/blockquote]
The air around her thickened with heat, and she climbed in after stripping of the pajama's she had worn to bed. The water crawled over her soft skin, moistening her pores and awakening her senses. Bathing was never a strenuous task for her, having only a half hour of bathroom time for herself she usually looked thrown together at school, but today her room mates were fast asleep, and now she could take the time she wanted. Shampoo and conditioner smelling over lavender and vanilla, she felt a lot better knowing the simple things in life could still be counted on... even if it were only the scent of her bathroom toiletries.
After she had spent nearly an hour in the small shower stall, she chose a simple pair of blue jeans and a blue tank top just for the occasion. She also slipped a denim jacket over her shoulders because today was going to be a chilly one. Now, she felt like it would be a grand time to dust off her old sketch book and oil pastels from the hope chest that stood at the foot of her bed. The hinges creaked noisily when it opened, and two of her room mates stirred in their sleep, but didn't wake up. She bit her lip and grabbed the items from the oak chest and allowed the lid to close.
Slinking down the hall, she slipped a pair of simple sneakers on her socked feet and continued down the stairs. The front door was locked, but she clicked the deadbolt to the right and then on her way out she locked the door again behind her, slipping the key back into her front pocket. The breeze felt nice against her exposed skin, and she let her eyes close slightly as she walked. The air was clear and crisp, an odd thing to see in this city. Her coat was flittering about in the breeze and it made her feel like she could fly. Then, the sands of the beach came into view.
The wind picked up when she got into the vast space of sand by the ocean, and the way the beach looked, she could be here all day drawing. She smiled slightly, choosing her spot to be seated that morning... and it's where she stayed through the afternoon and well into the evening. People came and went, but nothing really phased her until she saw a familiar face. "Hey, Jess..." she screamed, the wind blocking out her voice. She gathered her things and made herself comfortable next to the male, taking his cigarette and stealing a puff before saying, "How's it going, stranger?" before handing the tobacco back to him. The smoke came from her lips and nostrils and trailed out over the ice blue water.