Penny Ahuja (pennyahuja) wrote in 20somethings, @ 2021-05-25 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: penelope ahuja, c: wes warrington, d: 2027 05, ~ complete, Ω: rp |
rp: biggest idiot
Who: Penny & Wes
What: Run In #3 or this 4?
When: 25th May, 2027
Where: Morocco
Warnings: very adult
Status: In-progress
After the difficult conversation with Hailey, Penny had abandoned her phone in her room, and took off to roam the streets of Morocco. It was her favorite place to run away to when things were becoming too much, and they were definitely becoming too much. She had to leave her oldest friend alone, she was opening a shop in mere weeks, and she kept running into bad luck. There had been only one solution, Morocco.
Her dark locks were a mess of curls that were just piled on top of her head, wrapped loosely with a bandana to try to hold all of the curls in. She wore a white tank that hugged her slender frame, a pair of jean shorts that came to just above her knees, and a pair of flip flops. It helped with the heat, and she could still scoot around on her skateboard.
She had been coming around a corner near the beach, hoping to pop by her favorite fruit vendor’s stall, when she saw him across the street. It was Wes, and his sudden appearance in the crowd had her tumbling moments later off the skateboard. Unfortunately, she made too much of a racket, she was positive he had heard her. It was only a matter of seconds before he saw her… Maybe, just maybe however, it wasn’t him.
Dark orbs ringed with gold lifted to meet his gaze, tanned cheeks flushing as she realized. It was Wes. "Fuck," she breathed.