Post by chenault victoria sanderson on Sept 1, 2012 14:04:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] Chenault Let's keep that a secret Staring into the mirror, a rather content reflection held her gaze. 10 minuets she has been just sitting there, it was time to do something vaguely interesting rather than just looking at herself picking flaws. Spinning round on the stool, Chenault’s feet swiftly touched the carpet springing her upwards. It was beautiful outside, the perfect day to go to the beach. That was if the media wasn’t sniffing around, they were the one thing that could ruin your entire day! Dressed in a favourite of hers; her red summer dress, compete with bikini underneath. Grabbing a bag from the side, she filled it with a mixed contense from a towel to her purse. Daintily she almost jogged down the stairs aimlessly tying her hair into a messy bun as done so, slipping into a pair of nude heals, sun glasses completed the outfit. Taking her keys Chenault locked the door, taking a moment to organize herself she headed off. A soft laugh passed her rouge lips to the sight of a few camera hidden people appearing, rolling her dark orbs she carried on along the sidewalk. Echoed beats of her heals fell with thuds, seemingly the only noise around. The streets where empty. Reaching into her bag, Chenault took her phone out as she checked the time. It was just gone noon, the sun had peaked with an evident warmth to the day. She walked with a swift stride, covering the short 10 minute walk to the beach in no time. Stepping swiftly down the steps, the soft skin of her palm ran along the warm metal rail. Observing the busy sands, lifeguards sat on quads watching the sea for dangers, children ran in the swell as other just chilled with no cares. Taking her shoes off at the bottom of the ramp, she placed the nude heels in her bag as her frame advanced across the sands. Cold grains imprinted a trail under her weight, spilling to each side of her feet as she walked to a less crowded space. Upon finding a free space, Chenault took a towel from her large bag before lying it down. Sitting down, legs extended she half sat up observing the scene. It was a lovely day, now all she needed was some company. |
