Devon Ava Sawyer (systemoverload) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-03-25 21:06:00 |
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Current mood: | awake |
Entry tags: | march 2010 |
Who: Eleanor and [OPEN]
What: Early mornings and coffee runs
Where: Town
When: Some morning some time
Rating: TBD
Disturbing the peace was one thing Eleanor Mitchell was very good at and the ungodly hour of seven in the morning was no exception, not when she had somewhere to be and just one form of transport.
The sound of a bike’s engine ripped through the serene quiet, disrupting any chances people might have had at grabbing a couple precious minutes of sleep before the horrific sound of their alarm clock.
Leather clad hands flexed, pulling their grip tight around the handles, quickening her ever rapid pace as the speed gauge jumped up several notches and denim clad legs held their own against the forces determined to pull them away from their resting place.
She might not have cared about her speed, but she had enough sense to wear a helmet and appropriate leathers, the very same leathers that clung to her figure and accentuated assets that Eleanor was well aware that she had.
After having caused quite the fuss Eleanor drew the bike in to a stop, cutting the engine before she kicked out the stand and eased the helmet off her head. She lifted a hand and fussed with the long strands of her hair, making sure it looked as far from helmet hair as she could get. Everything about her appearance was immaculate, put together, and totally composed. Eleanor would rather die before she left the house looking like a mess, she wouldn’t live it down and her parents would do nothing but remind her of it.
Eleanor locked up the bike after having stowed the helmet and rummaged out her bag, slinging the strap over one shoulder before she turned and hit the pavement in six inch high stiletto heels, taking long confident strides that had her hips swaying.
Coffee, she needed coffee.
She did have a really boring day ahead of her after all, one filled with many classes and many many lectures.