Post by Her Royal Highness on Mar 4, 2007 22:27:30 GMT -8
ooc: here goes...
BIC:
Jacqueline Adams stalked her way gracefully down the boardwalk towards the house where she boarded, her black pumps beating out a steady rhythm to which the length of her feminine form swayed.
She looked up at the house’s façade as she made her way up the front steps. At five thirty, the sun was just beginning to dip lower in the sky behind Jacqueline, casting a glare on the rows of windows that gazed inquiringly upon her.
It was scenes like this that always reminded her of her old home in San Francisco. Oh how she had loved that city. She indulged in old memories as she unlocked the front door and ran lightly up the stairs, pulling of her gloves finger by finger as she went.
Once inside her own room, Jacqueline locked her door. Not that she was worried for her safety at all. no. the house was quite safe. It was just that Penny, the girl boarding across the hall often walked in unannounced to pay her visits or to ask to borrow this item or another. And while Jacqueline usually welcomed such visits, she just wasn’t interested in being interrupted quite at that moment.
Having removed her hat and tossed it, along with her gloves, upon the small table by the door, she took of her coat and draped it across the back of a small navy blue arm chair.
Then, sitting down at a small vanity cluttered with glittering crystal bottles and glass flasks of different shapes and sizes, she rested her elbows on the glass top and with her temples between her fingertips.
She smiled slightly to herself when she felt a cool, still presence settle within the tiny room. Gazing past the reflection of her pale face, dark crimson painted lips, and short black bob hair cut, she said out loud,
“Well, it’s always nice to be welcomed home and know you were missed.”
BIC:
Jacqueline Adams stalked her way gracefully down the boardwalk towards the house where she boarded, her black pumps beating out a steady rhythm to which the length of her feminine form swayed.
She looked up at the house’s façade as she made her way up the front steps. At five thirty, the sun was just beginning to dip lower in the sky behind Jacqueline, casting a glare on the rows of windows that gazed inquiringly upon her.
It was scenes like this that always reminded her of her old home in San Francisco. Oh how she had loved that city. She indulged in old memories as she unlocked the front door and ran lightly up the stairs, pulling of her gloves finger by finger as she went.
Once inside her own room, Jacqueline locked her door. Not that she was worried for her safety at all. no. the house was quite safe. It was just that Penny, the girl boarding across the hall often walked in unannounced to pay her visits or to ask to borrow this item or another. And while Jacqueline usually welcomed such visits, she just wasn’t interested in being interrupted quite at that moment.
Having removed her hat and tossed it, along with her gloves, upon the small table by the door, she took of her coat and draped it across the back of a small navy blue arm chair.
Then, sitting down at a small vanity cluttered with glittering crystal bottles and glass flasks of different shapes and sizes, she rested her elbows on the glass top and with her temples between her fingertips.
She smiled slightly to herself when she felt a cool, still presence settle within the tiny room. Gazing past the reflection of her pale face, dark crimson painted lips, and short black bob hair cut, she said out loud,
“Well, it’s always nice to be welcomed home and know you were missed.”