Post by sophia alexia drescher on Mar 24, 2013 20:08:56 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;] I crashed my car into a bridge! I watched—I let it burn! I crashed my car into a bridge—I don’t care a little bit! TAGGED: open WORDS: 479 Sophia was scandalized. The washing machine in the building had gone out—again. There was a line a mile long to use the one that remained, and that just wouldn’t do. Though the young woman was fairly spoiled she still had to do her own laundry. The life of a teenager, right? It was just after dinner and she’d decided that she actually needed clean clothes, seeing as the mounds she’d already been through were seeming to pile up. The clock on her phone read 7:48. With a sigh and her bag over her shoulder, she jogged down the stairs and out into the chilly night. A tank top probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was cute and new—she couldn’t help it. The laundry mat was just around the corner, anyway. Rolling around in the bottom of her bag, she could hear the jingle of quarters. Roughly ten bucks worth… Sophia figured she’d be good. It was empty, and for that she was thankful. The young woman set up the old iDog that had been hiding at the top of her laundry bag—a relic that had been carefully preserved for moments like this one—and set her phone to full blast. No more than a moment later, the small building was filled with Macklemore, and Sophia was rocking around as she filled the nearest washing machine. It brought a fleetness to her feet, but if anyone was to walk in she’d find herself rather embarrassed. Still, she couldn’t help but do it. Besides, who would be doing their laundry at nearly 8pm on a Wednesday? It was a risk Sophia was willing to take. The machines were filling up quickly. It took a long moment of thought to realize she hadn’t done laundry since last month. Some of her essentials went in with her brother’s loads, or her mother’s, but she may have had a slight shopping problem. Darks and lights were easily separated and put in their respective places. Though it was a chore, it was nice to have the time to think to herself. Sometimes it was tough to be a teenager, and she couldn’t help but… well… reflect. Still, it was hard to think too carefully when you were dancing… er, rocking out. The bright eyed young woman had nothing left to do but wait. The music had taken her over nearly entirely—this was what happened when she couldn’t get out and do what she needed to. Sure, she’d attend parties, but it was far more fun to be in the clubs. Sophia wouldn’t even drink, she would just dance. Human contact was always something that she had to reach out and take when it was sitting right in front of her. For now, though, she was on her own. It worked out just fine… supposedly. Anyway, Sophia got herself a dance. NOTES: Come love us! click for outfit! |
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