Alison Cain (alisoncain) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-05-30 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | alison cain, nate taylor |
Alison had spent her first day in Canada settling in to her apartment. She didn't mind change, and the moving that was often necessary as part of her job, but she preferred order. She never felt comfortable in any living quarters until her things had a proper place. By the second morning, she had done enough to start to feel somewhat at home, and decided to take a walk to explore the grounds. She'd done a lot of traveling, lately, and when added to the unpacking from yesterday, she wanted to walk.
Her little spa trip in Arizona had left her buffed, waxed, and polished so she took a shower rather than a long bath. Back in the bedroom (it would feel like hers soon enough, she knew), she slipped a lace bra and panties on over the piercings no one would ever assume she had before putting on a garter belt and silk stockings. A navy blue pencil skirt, white silk blouse, and navy blue and white cardigan completed the outfit, while the diamond pendant her parents had given her at graduation served as her jewelry. In the living room, she slipped on a pair of navy flats, rather than the heels she preferred, and grabbed her purse and keys.
Outside, she paused for a moment in the bright sunlight, tipping her head to enjoy the warmth. When she was ready, she stepped onto the sidewalk, and after a brief hesitation chose to go right. The compound in Canada was larger than Arizona, and she was curious as to who she might run into.