| beneaththeskin ( @ 2008-10-21 21:54:00 |
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| Entry tags: | adio hart, katy wilson |
Wednesday: October 24, 2007
Who: Katy and OPEN
When: late morning
Where: wandering around the town
What: Katy's suffering from cabin fever.
Katy practically ran out of her house as made herself go out for a while. She was tired of being cooped up alone in her cottage. The full moon was coming up soon, and she was feeling agitated. The wolf within was excited to be free again soon. Ever since she had been turned it was like having that time of the month, twice in one month.
Homesickness had kept her within the confines of her new house. It was hard to think of that place as a home yet. She hadn't even unpacked most of her stuff, and she had hidden away in the cupboards the mementos and souvenirs that she had bought for her father and brother while traveling Europe. She didn't care about the ranch back in Colorado. She was worried about her father and her brother, whom she wanted to believe were ok. And like always, she constantly missed her mother.
She needed something to calm her nerves. She was used to rise in feral feelings that came with being a were now. Eight years as a lycan, and she still would get jittery when the time got close to the transformation. She wanted a distraction, but Katy hadn't met many people in Elysium yet, which was quite odd for her. In the past she has had many friends, although she kept to herself at certain times of the month like this.
Katy walked by the marketplace and went up to the fresh food stalls. She quickly grabbed a red apple, winked at the vender, and wandered off further. She wove around the archways, in and out as the ate the fruit loving the satisfying crunch. She wore her dark hair down and it swirled around her face. Her energy was high, and she was having fun despite the odd looks she was drawing toward her performance.
She'd probably get herself lost if she kept up her routine, so she stopped and left the food stalls to wander aimlessly around the market place. She pulled on the jacket she had brought with her and slipped her arms into the sleeves as she peeked into the windows of the shops, covering the side of her face with her hands as she looked inside.