Post by ace nicolle kennedy on Apr 8, 2012 12:50:48 GMT -5
wishing I had strength to stand
Ace lounged on her worn in couch, pondering if going to the library to find books that would help her write her five page essay on human behavior was worth actually moving. She flipped through the channels on her T.V., totally not satisfied with what they had to offer. Eventually she gave a sigh and tossed the remote back on the couch, threw the blanket off herself, and strode to bedroom of her small, but neat, apartment to change out of her pajamas. She shrugged out of her shorts and tank top, pulled on a rose tank top, a matching grey cardigan, black shorts, red TOMS, and matching red studded earrings. She moved on to the bathroom and pinned her long, platinum blonde hair up so it covered the shaved half of her head, and messed around with some eyeliner. after she decided to stop procrastinating with the make up she swiped on some lipgloss and skipped any foundation or powder.
Ace grabbed her keys and padded out of her apartment, making sure not to disturb her neighbor, whom was 84 years old going on 5 and had his T.V. blaring. Ace, although a college student, had decided a while ago she didn't want to live amongst other students, and instead resided in a apartment with mostly elderly residents. It may sound like a bore to live amongst older people, but most of her neighbors were actually kind of goofy, and had lots of memories that were just memorizing to listen to. She jogged down the stairs and hopped into her old Ford, peeling out of the lot and to the library.
Ace loved to read, really, she just hated to visit the library. She wasn't the one to awe at the shelves of abused books or shrewd old librarian, but she really didn't want to spend money on new textbooks. She needed to save up for her tattoo shop, though that was a topic better saved for later. Whenever she thought about the stress of opening her own shop, she tended to go through a mini panic attack. Though that was mostly her being dramatic. She could be a goober sometimes, however she was trying to be serious today. She really needed to get this paper finished. Ace crossed her arms over her chest, making her way way to search down the book aisles. Why do libraries have to be so cold?
After a couple minutes of unsuccessful searching, she finally found the books she needed. Problem was, they were on the very top shelf, and Ace barely made five three in height. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to reach the one she needed, giving up an minute later with a small groan to herself. She left her place to go look for one of those little step latters, but that treasure hunt proved fruitless. She peered over at where the cranky librarian flipped through books, debating the sanity of asking for a latter. Whenever she tried to talk to her the old hag had to point out the childishness of her hairdo and many tattoos. Ace sighed and tried again, standing on her tiptoes and stretching her arm as much as she could, only to drop her hand and stand back on her heels, letting a quite, fowl curse escape her lips.
outfit here!
TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.Ace grabbed her keys and padded out of her apartment, making sure not to disturb her neighbor, whom was 84 years old going on 5 and had his T.V. blaring. Ace, although a college student, had decided a while ago she didn't want to live amongst other students, and instead resided in a apartment with mostly elderly residents. It may sound like a bore to live amongst older people, but most of her neighbors were actually kind of goofy, and had lots of memories that were just memorizing to listen to. She jogged down the stairs and hopped into her old Ford, peeling out of the lot and to the library.
Ace loved to read, really, she just hated to visit the library. She wasn't the one to awe at the shelves of abused books or shrewd old librarian, but she really didn't want to spend money on new textbooks. She needed to save up for her tattoo shop, though that was a topic better saved for later. Whenever she thought about the stress of opening her own shop, she tended to go through a mini panic attack. Though that was mostly her being dramatic. She could be a goober sometimes, however she was trying to be serious today. She really needed to get this paper finished. Ace crossed her arms over her chest, making her way way to search down the book aisles. Why do libraries have to be so cold?
After a couple minutes of unsuccessful searching, she finally found the books she needed. Problem was, they were on the very top shelf, and Ace barely made five three in height. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to reach the one she needed, giving up an minute later with a small groan to herself. She left her place to go look for one of those little step latters, but that treasure hunt proved fruitless. She peered over at where the cranky librarian flipped through books, debating the sanity of asking for a latter. Whenever she tried to talk to her the old hag had to point out the childishness of her hairdo and many tattoos. Ace sighed and tried again, standing on her tiptoes and stretching her arm as much as she could, only to drop her hand and stand back on her heels, letting a quite, fowl curse escape her lips.
outfit here!
