Post by grace andrea durov on Mar 24, 2013 19:33:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #477963; width:15px; height:550px; padding:0px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal for those who think and feel, in touch with some reality beyond the gilded cage. TAGGED: open WORDS: 439 Food. Food was good. The young woman had a feeling that it was better she eat than not eat… she’d been eating. Eating was good for you, was it not? It was. Dace was getting by, and it was enough to bring her into a sort of rut. It was a rut that didn’t involve much movement up or down, and while it was good, it could get old. Everything could get so old so fast… all she wanted was a little excitement. There was nothing going on now that the musical had closed. There was just class. And food. To be honest, the young woman quiet enjoyed a treat every once in a while. She didn’t really exercise much—welcome to the life of a busy college student. Hell, she hardly had time to do normal things like paint her nails and do her makeup all fancy. Thinking about it, Grace didn’t really have any friends. Dacia shook her head as she wandered through the cold. Who had time for friends when there was work to be done? It was clear already that the young woman was going to wind up married to her work. She didn’t even care—it was what she loved. She was free to live her dream if she so chose to do so. Anyone could live the dream if they tried hard enough. The young woman made her way through the chilly city. Jeans with holes probably weren’t the most practical thing for the cold, but she was able to deal with it. They were what her mother sent, anyway. Dacia, quite honestly, hated shopping. Still, she burrowed deeper in her long sleeved shirt and adjusted the bow that kept her beanie in place. It was a cold day, and she’d get used to it. Hell, she’d always been used to it. Welcome to life in the North East. This was Grace’s dream, after all. Without really another thought, the young woman breezed into one of the bakeries. It was nearly closing time, right around 7:45. She hadn’t checked her watch or her phone, and it wasn’t really of any concern to her. The young woman couldn’t help but sort of… think to herself. Then, without thinking, she ordered up a blueberry muffin and a tea. It was easier to think when you were warm and comfortable, after all. She needed the comfortability factor if she was going to think about anything. In her clear blue eyes and shaking fingers, it was clear that the young woman was lost in her own doubts. Grace ached. Maybe this wasn’t the right idea after all. NOTES: Come love us! click for outfit! |
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