nineteen_stars (nineteen_stars) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-06-12 19:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | rapunzel, wicked witch |
Who: Isobel Hughes and Joanie Wicker
What: Girls just wanna have fun... or something like that.
Where: Elevator from the ninth floor down... then out somewhere.
When: Saturday Night
Warnings: TBA?
Distance herself, huh?
Jazz's words rang in her ears as she showered, the fruity scent of her favoured shampoos and soaps filling the damp air in the bathroom. It made sense, Isobel supposed, but it was just a challenge to get out of this place now that she had been hiding for so long. She could remember how life used to be lived, the clubs every night, a different guy or girl in her bed come morning. It was fast, fun, and full of life, and yeah, she did miss it.
Winding a towel around herself after the water had been shut off, Isobel went about her normal routine of getting ready. It wasn't long before she was slipping on a pair of strappy slingbacks, freshly polished toenails visible with the peeptoe. A little red dress was slipped on, hair curled into loose waves, and it wasn't long before her purse was in hand and she was out the door.
The door was locked behind her, and Isobel cast a furtive glance at the stairs, chewing on her bottom lip in indecision. Stairs were an absolute bitch in heels, and even though the elevator was as temperamental as a pissed off woman, she decided her best chances were with that. So off she went, calling the elevator to the ninth floor and then stepping on, the button for the lobby pushed a moment later.
Sighing, Isobel leaned back against the wall of the elevator, purse clutched in both hands, eyes fixed on the ceiling as she waited. "Distance yourself," she murmured to herself, the feel of those lips against her forehead still branded into her memory. Maybe this would be good for her.