| Subject: ·Independent· |
Author:
Fowler
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 18:43:47 01/11/02 Fri
In reply to:
. • . m a d i s o n . • .
's message, ". • ¤ r e q u i r e d ¤ • ." on 20:52:44 01/10/02 Thu
Liquid depths of the feminine student's intellectual chasms suddenly sparkle with infinite thoughts. The stunning beauty had been hesitant to say too much on first note of the conversation, not knowing how friendly the blonde girl would be. Obviously, a comradery would form- perhaps, even, instantaneously.
As layered sheets of golden brown fall into numerous sheets across her petite shoulders, Fowler releases her grasp on the steaming cup of rich hot cocoa. She settles back into her seat, allowing herself to become a bit more comfortable, as she warmly smiles at Madison. Her voice is smoldering and depthless, a bit more brassy than the soft-spoken one opposite her, yet it contains a tone of surprising sweetness that loses itself into every syllable of each word spoken. "Wyoming's a beautiful place. Very rugged country, or at least compared to home." Sentences complete, yet the silence of she collapses, realizing the fellow sophomore does not know of her origin. "Miami." A single word filled with a simple longing- the longing for abnormal crowds, wild parties, and, yes, even the bumbling tourists. Fowler is not one to be homesick, yet a piece of her soul wishes to be within the same enviroment; a care-free enviroment full of rowdy crowds on the blistering beach.
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 