Post by CORALIE JO MAY on May 24, 2012 18:52:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i1054.photobucket.com/albums/s499/huzyESPADA/black.jpg] . pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere ryan had thrown a whole jumble of clothes on her bed as she had been getting ready. fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and dripping hair, coralie looked at her sister with a puzzled stare. ryan responded by telling her that she needed to break her routine of wearing the same ten outfits over and over. cora gave her another look, sighed, and then began to rummage through the pile while ryan silently watched over her twin. as she had picked out random garments her sister instructed that she wouldn't be going out into the forest, but rather she would take her pale ass and find some enjoyment at the beach. her plans for the day had been to head out and find a secluded place in the woods where she would be able to shoot. since they had arrived in crystal lake cora had not been able to pull her bow out from underneath her bed. ryan was stubborn as hell with her and in the end she knew she would give into her sister and put on the frilly clothes and clomp down to the beach. "i don't even know what gladiator sandals are, ry," she protested once, when ryan had been listing off the things that looked best on their body type. she finally got her sister to be quiet by saying that she could hand anything to her and she would try it on. at the end of a hour time period of her sister floating around her she ended up looking like one of those people that her older sister back home would have called a hipster. she pulled furiously at the thing called a bandeau that was suffocating her chest. ryan would have been utterly depressed if she were to tear it off like she wanted. so for the pleasure of her sister she walked out of the apartment looking like any other girl who was walking down the street, a feeling of conformity falling like an anvil onto her. the sandals that split into a thong at her feet began to irritate in between her toes and immediately make her wish for the familiarity of her boots. the only thing that coralie would feel comforted from was the bag that slung easily around her body, holding a novel snugly inside it that she was eager to tear through. clothes didn't make a person, she had to tell herself to calm down her nerves. it was the person that was covered by the silly pieces of fabric that everyone ought to have noticed. bright colors and outrageous patterns just brought attention onto someone, but that someone had to then keep the starers captivated. she exhaled, feeling more relieved as she waddled her way down the blocks and to the beach were people were undoubtedly going to be spend the sunny afternoon. for a moment cora wondered if anyone was going to recognize her, or more correctly, mistake her for the identity of her sister. already it had happened times, and with each correction her self esteem would plummet even lower. ryan may was the memorable one, not coralie may. sand creeping into her sandals was honestly still a weird sensation for coralie. dirt, mud, and any other grime caked on her bare feet she could handle, but sand was hot and it got lodged into awkward places. coralie belittled herself instantly for getting to bring a towel with her. by the end of this endeavor there would no doubt be sand suck in every crevice of her body. luckily, the sun was not shining directly into her eyes and the abundance of people at the beach were spread out. therefore she would not go blind or have someone hit her in the head with a frisbee or accidentally splash water all over her. maybe it wasn't the smartest idea for her to sit right where the tide lapped up on the beach the farthest, but she was intrigued by the way it washed everything up with it and then left a clean span of sand once it had retreated. her stare was locked onto the tide and her book was forgotten. she absently tugged on the knot of her shirt, wishing that she were in a v-neck instead of the buttoned and knotted contraption her sister had wrangled her into. her thoughts were wandering while her eyes stayed focused on the lazy routine of the waves. cora was too tuned out to the world around her, unaware of the din of happiness that was clattering around her. it was precisely the reason why she had not heard the excited shouts of someone, far to close to her, and the crashing slice that sounded through the air. her face met the wet expanse of sand and her back screamed in agony. yeah, no one was going to disturb her. OPEN, 817 WORDS, WEARING THIS, YEAH |
