swim_away (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} swim_away) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-11-06 16:30:00 |
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Friday: February 15, 2008
Who: Susie and Elliot
When: Late morning/early afternoon
Where: Art and Trade Enclave
What: A little bit of music...and maybe some dancing.
She just needed to get away. Worry over the missing women compounded now that she had friends out there looking for them. Susie didn’t want anyone to get hurt – couldn’t contemplate losing anyone else. While she felt the pull of the water, she couldn’t bring herself to go for a swim today. The lake here had become associated with all kinds of emotions and experiences. And she didn’t want to think. She wanted to escape.
There was a place around here somewhere with music; she’d heard it mentioned a few times. Her latent adventurous streak kicked in – maybe she was related to her mother after all. Susie finally found out how to go about using the stables.
A morning of light riding brought her to the Art and Trade Enclave. Leaving her horse in the appropriate place, she ventured inside. Her steps were light as she ducked into the building and peered curiously around the corner. Eyes wide, she was ready to take in as many of the sights as she could.
Who: Susie and Elliot
When: Late morning/early afternoon
Where: Art and Trade Enclave
What: A little bit of music...and maybe some dancing.
She just needed to get away. Worry over the missing women compounded now that she had friends out there looking for them. Susie didn’t want anyone to get hurt – couldn’t contemplate losing anyone else. While she felt the pull of the water, she couldn’t bring herself to go for a swim today. The lake here had become associated with all kinds of emotions and experiences. And she didn’t want to think. She wanted to escape.
There was a place around here somewhere with music; she’d heard it mentioned a few times. Her latent adventurous streak kicked in – maybe she was related to her mother after all. Susie finally found out how to go about using the stables.
A morning of light riding brought her to the Art and Trade Enclave. Leaving her horse in the appropriate place, she ventured inside. Her steps were light as she ducked into the building and peered curiously around the corner. Eyes wide, she was ready to take in as many of the sights as she could.