Post by Layne F. Larkin on May 22, 2010 14:34:10 GMT -5
The day was hot. The air felt languid and feverish, and it covered the earth, a sticky, suffocating blanket of humidity. From inside, it might have looked like a picture perfect sort of day. The sun shone high in the sky and the clouds were white puffballs, without the least sign of rain. The grass and trees around the grounds were practically glowing with health, green and verdant. In reality, though, the air killed the effects. It sat heavy upon the ground, still and silent. Even the birds and insects were affected by it and almost nothing moved, although every so often a cicada would let out a slow, lazy call. Above, the sun boiled away, baking the air and the earth with heat and radiation.
Into this blistering bowl of oppressive sogginess, a lone figured walked. She was small for her age, but her presence made her seem bigger than her stature. Her movements were quick, as though she were immune to the drowsy effects of the air. In fact, her whole appearance seemed to be directly contrary to her surroundings. Instead of the subdued and subtle earth tones around her, she was a riot of color. Her hair alone sported no less than five different colors, not including her natural black which was growing back in. She should refresh the color-change spell soon. Her arms were bare, but her fingernails were painted a lime green, and she sported a rainbow checked wristband. Her tanktop was aqua, above a black denim miniskirt. On her feet, purple flats that were half a size too big slipped off her heels repeatedly as she walked creating 'thwack-thwack' noises against her feet as she moved.
Layne was bored. There wasn't a fucking thing to do at this school. She wondered if her parents had known that when they'd sent her. Probably. They sucked. Layne hoped they choked on something sharp. She finally made it all the way out to the dueling fields. Hurray. This place was just as dead as the rest of the damn school. She took out her wand and turned it over in her hands. The weeds were choking this place. It was like no one had tended it in years. She used her wand to clear herself a place to lounge on the bleachers. If nothing else she was going to get a goddamn tan. DERP!
Into this blistering bowl of oppressive sogginess, a lone figured walked. She was small for her age, but her presence made her seem bigger than her stature. Her movements were quick, as though she were immune to the drowsy effects of the air. In fact, her whole appearance seemed to be directly contrary to her surroundings. Instead of the subdued and subtle earth tones around her, she was a riot of color. Her hair alone sported no less than five different colors, not including her natural black which was growing back in. She should refresh the color-change spell soon. Her arms were bare, but her fingernails were painted a lime green, and she sported a rainbow checked wristband. Her tanktop was aqua, above a black denim miniskirt. On her feet, purple flats that were half a size too big slipped off her heels repeatedly as she walked creating 'thwack-thwack' noises against her feet as she moved.
Layne was bored. There wasn't a fucking thing to do at this school. She wondered if her parents had known that when they'd sent her. Probably. They sucked. Layne hoped they choked on something sharp. She finally made it all the way out to the dueling fields. Hurray. This place was just as dead as the rest of the damn school. She took out her wand and turned it over in her hands. The weeds were choking this place. It was like no one had tended it in years. She used her wand to clear herself a place to lounge on the bleachers. If nothing else she was going to get a goddamn tan. DERP!