02-27-2010, 05:29 AM
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WC 544
Great post!
The world of pleasant dreams had begun to fade; the twisted corridors of her mind curling around the virtuous like vines strangling a newly sprouted tree. Words of hatred echoed in the black female's mind, they danced seductively with the images of spilt blood and forgotten memories. This nightmare, though a daily ritual in her sleeping pattern, had begun to cause distress in the fingers and muscles of the slumbering canine. They twitched, slight at first, then stronger and more rapid. It was only when the cold wash of the ocean splashed over her shins, and the scent of a male floated nonchalantly through her nostrils, that the ebony came back to reality, if not a little dazed and confused.
Rubbing her eyes, Lucia slowly pulled herself to an upright sitting; watching the horizon momentarily before noticing a male not far off from where she had been laying. Glancing over the prints left in the wet sand, it appeared as though he had passed her not two seconds ago. Weary, Lucia's hands scuffled with the myriad of junk that littered the innards of her green pack. With it all intact and accounted for, a dazed Lucia rose to a stand and brushed away the clumps of sand with a feminine shake.
Meetings had been few and far between. There had been little in the sense of company since she had arrived at this mysterious land. Though the terrains had been breathtaking, and the strangers she had come across, intriguing, Lucia was yet to find someone who truly sparked her interests. As of late, this land had served merely as a place to study, smoke, drink and try to block out those vicious memories of her past. Flinging her rucksack across her right shoulder, one strap loosely dangling by her hip, the female pulled out a cigarette from one of the many side pockets. Placing it between her lips, she slowly began trailing after the male who had unknowingly saved her from her demons.
“Hey...” She shouted, gently enough to show respect, but loud enough to hopefully get the male's attention. “Hey...!” Her slow paces folded neatly into a small jog, but slowed as soon as she were not more than two feet away from her new companion. Her lips bore a smile, though it probably resembled more of a confused glimmer, and her eyes drifted casually over the body of this male. Her first thoughts were of the adventurous sex and drug binges she had participated in on her travels, yet this was quickly replaced by a feeling of not knowing what to say. Not wanting to sound stupid, or perhaps even a little weird (despite knowing that, in fact, she was more than just a little weird), Lucia spoke the first thought that entered after her momentary reminiscing of her sexual antics.
“Got a light?” Her tone was a little abrupt, though not intentionally, and as such, her hands now curled the wavy black hair that brushed down her back. Anxiety had begun to settle, and as such, the black female dropped her gaze to the floor; malachite eyes now tainted by an apologetic, almost moronic aura. It had just occured to her, she didn't even know if he smoked.
WC 544
Great post!
The world of pleasant dreams had begun to fade; the twisted corridors of her mind curling around the virtuous like vines strangling a newly sprouted tree. Words of hatred echoed in the black female's mind, they danced seductively with the images of spilt blood and forgotten memories. This nightmare, though a daily ritual in her sleeping pattern, had begun to cause distress in the fingers and muscles of the slumbering canine. They twitched, slight at first, then stronger and more rapid. It was only when the cold wash of the ocean splashed over her shins, and the scent of a male floated nonchalantly through her nostrils, that the ebony came back to reality, if not a little dazed and confused.
Rubbing her eyes, Lucia slowly pulled herself to an upright sitting; watching the horizon momentarily before noticing a male not far off from where she had been laying. Glancing over the prints left in the wet sand, it appeared as though he had passed her not two seconds ago. Weary, Lucia's hands scuffled with the myriad of junk that littered the innards of her green pack. With it all intact and accounted for, a dazed Lucia rose to a stand and brushed away the clumps of sand with a feminine shake.
Meetings had been few and far between. There had been little in the sense of company since she had arrived at this mysterious land. Though the terrains had been breathtaking, and the strangers she had come across, intriguing, Lucia was yet to find someone who truly sparked her interests. As of late, this land had served merely as a place to study, smoke, drink and try to block out those vicious memories of her past. Flinging her rucksack across her right shoulder, one strap loosely dangling by her hip, the female pulled out a cigarette from one of the many side pockets. Placing it between her lips, she slowly began trailing after the male who had unknowingly saved her from her demons.
“Hey...” She shouted, gently enough to show respect, but loud enough to hopefully get the male's attention. “Hey...!” Her slow paces folded neatly into a small jog, but slowed as soon as she were not more than two feet away from her new companion. Her lips bore a smile, though it probably resembled more of a confused glimmer, and her eyes drifted casually over the body of this male. Her first thoughts were of the adventurous sex and drug binges she had participated in on her travels, yet this was quickly replaced by a feeling of not knowing what to say. Not wanting to sound stupid, or perhaps even a little weird (despite knowing that, in fact, she was more than just a little weird), Lucia spoke the first thought that entered after her momentary reminiscing of her sexual antics.
“Got a light?” Her tone was a little abrupt, though not intentionally, and as such, her hands now curled the wavy black hair that brushed down her back. Anxiety had begun to settle, and as such, the black female dropped her gaze to the floor; malachite eyes now tainted by an apologetic, almost moronic aura. It had just occured to her, she didn't even know if he smoked.