Its late and when I lean back from my homework to stretch something pops, reminding me exactly how long I've been sitting here. The Thermodymanics won't do itself, but I'll be damned if its making any more sence now than it was an hour ago.
Thunder rolls across the sky and I smile slowly. I love the rain. Perfect study break. The life of a high powered college student has a few pleasures. I'm no sorority slut, no drunk, no pothead, I work hard. But if I want to go wandering at 3 AM in the rain there is no one to stop me.
In merely a tank top and some boxers I head out, (it's 3 AM, who'll see to care?) I snag sandals and my hoodie as an after thought. The rain is just beginning, hissing in the hush of the quiet residentail area I live in. I head for the big old overgrown park nearby.
As the rain patters down I laugh to myself, pulling my waist length wavy blonde hair down from its bun and shaking it out with my fingers. Lightning flashes purple across the sky and I stand still at the edge of the trees. Suddenly I have too much energy and I fly down one path and up another, wild and free.
Its raining hard when I pause in a grassy clearing half out of breath, but sated for the moment. Closing my eyes, sliping out of my shoes and jacket, and raising my arms to the sky I spin, feeling the water pelt my eyelids, hands, arms, plastering my clothes to my long, softly curving body. For this moment I am free, Nature's child, one with the storm...and soaked to the skin.
I hear your soft laugh and startle. I realize what I must look like, and try to cover myself where my clothes are failing. I step backward and try to regain some composure, try to hide the wild laughing spirit that was dancing here a moment ago under my usual seriousness. "Uh..Good evening...?"
OOC: I really don't have a plan for this, though I would like a dominant male counterpart to come educate my repressed student. I'm willing to play off of whatever shows up though.
Thunder rolls across the sky and I smile slowly. I love the rain. Perfect study break. The life of a high powered college student has a few pleasures. I'm no sorority slut, no drunk, no pothead, I work hard. But if I want to go wandering at 3 AM in the rain there is no one to stop me.
In merely a tank top and some boxers I head out, (it's 3 AM, who'll see to care?) I snag sandals and my hoodie as an after thought. The rain is just beginning, hissing in the hush of the quiet residentail area I live in. I head for the big old overgrown park nearby.
As the rain patters down I laugh to myself, pulling my waist length wavy blonde hair down from its bun and shaking it out with my fingers. Lightning flashes purple across the sky and I stand still at the edge of the trees. Suddenly I have too much energy and I fly down one path and up another, wild and free.
Its raining hard when I pause in a grassy clearing half out of breath, but sated for the moment. Closing my eyes, sliping out of my shoes and jacket, and raising my arms to the sky I spin, feeling the water pelt my eyelids, hands, arms, plastering my clothes to my long, softly curving body. For this moment I am free, Nature's child, one with the storm...and soaked to the skin.
I hear your soft laugh and startle. I realize what I must look like, and try to cover myself where my clothes are failing. I step backward and try to regain some composure, try to hide the wild laughing spirit that was dancing here a moment ago under my usual seriousness. "Uh..Good evening...?"
OOC: I really don't have a plan for this, though I would like a dominant male counterpart to come educate my repressed student. I'm willing to play off of whatever shows up though.