SilentSiren
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- Joined
- Nov 5, 2003
- Posts
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OOC: Alaina is mid-20s, 5'8'', brown hair down to the middle of her back, brown eyes. She has a tattoo of a nude Marilyn Monroe on her thigh.
Open thread but once someone joins, it'll be closed.
IC: Alaina slipped out her hotel into the muggy night. Sweat formed on her bare forearms as she slipped her key into the pocket of her jean shorts. Her breasts rose and fell under her blue cotton top.
She stepped down onto the street and cut across the narrow lanes, passing by strangers as she made her way through the French Quarter.
The moon was beginning its slow ascent through the the still-blue sky. She paused once or twice to pine silently for the ability to live in one of the apartments with the flowers on the balcony. Almost assuredly there was a courtyard behind there and she longed for the chance to sit and read listening to the running water of its fountain.
She came to Jackson Square and turned by Cafe Du Monde, smelling the coffee still brewing, the chicory heavy in the air.
She turned her head and smiled as she saw a mother pushing her baby daughter down the street in a stroller that resembled a horse carriage.
BAM!
She bumped into someone and fell back slightly, shaking her head and looking up ...
Open thread but once someone joins, it'll be closed.
IC: Alaina slipped out her hotel into the muggy night. Sweat formed on her bare forearms as she slipped her key into the pocket of her jean shorts. Her breasts rose and fell under her blue cotton top.
She stepped down onto the street and cut across the narrow lanes, passing by strangers as she made her way through the French Quarter.
The moon was beginning its slow ascent through the the still-blue sky. She paused once or twice to pine silently for the ability to live in one of the apartments with the flowers on the balcony. Almost assuredly there was a courtyard behind there and she longed for the chance to sit and read listening to the running water of its fountain.
She came to Jackson Square and turned by Cafe Du Monde, smelling the coffee still brewing, the chicory heavy in the air.
She turned her head and smiled as she saw a mother pushing her baby daughter down the street in a stroller that resembled a horse carriage.
BAM!
She bumped into someone and fell back slightly, shaking her head and looking up ...