Post by NICOLETTE CORDELIA REYNOLDS on Dec 3, 2013 16:57:40 GMT -5
Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now
It was fucking freezing outside, if her phone was right, it was 48°F out here on the beach in bumfuck Rhode Island. So why, in anyone's right mind would they be outside, let alone down on the beach? Seclusion. Nicolette had stashed a joint behind her ear when she'd left her foster parent's home under the guise that she was going to take the dog for a walk. The overly fluffy white mutt wasn't complaining, running amok in the sand as we speak. Though her body felt chilled to the core, the brunette didn't have a care in the world! Cherry burned bright on the end of the rolled herb, pinched between lips as she responded to a text message from her foster mom.
Did you have a jacket when you left, it's freezing! Yes, lady, don't be overbearing. That's a long walk, Samson isn't cold is he? He's covered in fur, he'd be fine. More protective of her fur-baby then curious about why her money ticket was gone so long. Shutting off her phone entirely, it was tucked back into her back pocket, smoke trickling out from the corner of her mouth. "I'll be home when I'm good and ready." She'd muse to herself, plucking the joint from between her lips with one hand, leaning back onto the other to support her weight. Sammy brought her a stick and she'd shift, nursing the marijuana again while she hurled it with all her might. Would take him a minute to find that one!
Jumping up to her feet in one fluid movement, one only a dancer familiar with hip-hop would recognize, Nico dusted of the ripped black skinny jeans that fit snugly against toned form. The rusty red sweater had cutouts along shoulder and upper arm, allowing the breeze to tickle against flesh. Tongue maneuvered skillfully, making the smoke that trailed from between her lips dance beautifully. Dragging the old green jacket up out of the sand, she would pull ipod out of the pocket and flick through the billions of songs that nearly filled it to capacity. Lips tugged up into a devious grin as it paused on 'Rita Ora, How We Do'.
Once volume was jacked up to max, music player would be laid on her jacket again on the beach, song filling the air. "I stumbled up to the window, opened the curtains to blinding light. Make-up all over the pillow, what went on? What went on?" She'd sing along to start, kicking off her heels so she could dance in the sand. Seriously, nothing could bring her down tonight! Though voice hardly compared to the singers, she wasn't too bad. What was skilled about it was how she moved to it. Though it was loose, free, and crazy, there was a subtle hint of her talent behind it.
"I wanna party and bullshit, and party and bullshit" Another huff on the body calming herb, and she was spinning around in the sand until she'd made herself dizzy and toppled over. Laughter broke into the air, her ass would probably hurt later for that one, but who cared!
Canine companion would trot over to her, head canted to one side curiously as he watched her fall over. Grabbing ahold of him under his front legs, brunette popped joint between lips and threw herself back in the sand, settling his fifty pounds of running power on her stomach to wrestle the stick from his mouth. He'd eventually cave and she'd stab it into the sand beside them, ruffling hands over his ears and neck. Definitely a dog person, even if she did have a preference for ones that you could probably ride like a horse.
Anyone could be watching, approaching, and yet it would appear the pot-smoking girl wouldn't notice. The scent on the air was undeniable the closer one got, but thankfully authorities weren't in the area to bust her for the bad habit.
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Did you have a jacket when you left, it's freezing! Yes, lady, don't be overbearing. That's a long walk, Samson isn't cold is he? He's covered in fur, he'd be fine. More protective of her fur-baby then curious about why her money ticket was gone so long. Shutting off her phone entirely, it was tucked back into her back pocket, smoke trickling out from the corner of her mouth. "I'll be home when I'm good and ready." She'd muse to herself, plucking the joint from between her lips with one hand, leaning back onto the other to support her weight. Sammy brought her a stick and she'd shift, nursing the marijuana again while she hurled it with all her might. Would take him a minute to find that one!
Jumping up to her feet in one fluid movement, one only a dancer familiar with hip-hop would recognize, Nico dusted of the ripped black skinny jeans that fit snugly against toned form. The rusty red sweater had cutouts along shoulder and upper arm, allowing the breeze to tickle against flesh. Tongue maneuvered skillfully, making the smoke that trailed from between her lips dance beautifully. Dragging the old green jacket up out of the sand, she would pull ipod out of the pocket and flick through the billions of songs that nearly filled it to capacity. Lips tugged up into a devious grin as it paused on 'Rita Ora, How We Do'.
Once volume was jacked up to max, music player would be laid on her jacket again on the beach, song filling the air. "I stumbled up to the window, opened the curtains to blinding light. Make-up all over the pillow, what went on? What went on?" She'd sing along to start, kicking off her heels so she could dance in the sand. Seriously, nothing could bring her down tonight! Though voice hardly compared to the singers, she wasn't too bad. What was skilled about it was how she moved to it. Though it was loose, free, and crazy, there was a subtle hint of her talent behind it.
"I wanna party and bullshit, and party and bullshit" Another huff on the body calming herb, and she was spinning around in the sand until she'd made herself dizzy and toppled over. Laughter broke into the air, her ass would probably hurt later for that one, but who cared!
Canine companion would trot over to her, head canted to one side curiously as he watched her fall over. Grabbing ahold of him under his front legs, brunette popped joint between lips and threw herself back in the sand, settling his fifty pounds of running power on her stomach to wrestle the stick from his mouth. He'd eventually cave and she'd stab it into the sand beside them, ruffling hands over his ears and neck. Definitely a dog person, even if she did have a preference for ones that you could probably ride like a horse.
Anyone could be watching, approaching, and yet it would appear the pot-smoking girl wouldn't notice. The scent on the air was undeniable the closer one got, but thankfully authorities weren't in the area to bust her for the bad habit.
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Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now