Ophelia Sinclair (artofthesteal) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-06-18 11:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle003, incomplete, max, ophelia |
WHO: Ophelia and Max
WHAT: Celebrating their one year
WHERE: St.Barthelmy
WHEN: June 3rd, 4:30 - 8:30pm
WARNINGS: TBD
Ophelia was always anxious for her shift to be over, but today she had practically sprinted in order to get back to her room, feeling like a kid who knew they were being taken to an amusement park. She had worked a 7-3 shift, leaving her with more than enough time to take a nice, long shower, and do her hair before getting redressed . Today her bangs were pinned away from her face, pulling the rest of her long brown hair into a cute ponytail. It was far too hot to be wearing it down, and besides, she wanted to show off the pretty gold hoops Max had gotten for her for Christmas. She didn’t wear them very often, saving them more for special occasions, and today certainly fit that criterion.
Their one year anniversary may have technically been yesterday, but they had both been working opposing shifts and hadn’t been able to see each other that much. It had been decided that they would actually do something once they reached dry land, and they had both made sure they had the same 4 hours to themselves so they wouldn’t run into any complications when it came to getting off the boat.
She loved the Mare Crisium, she really did, but she loved traveling to new places even more. She didn’t like staying in one place for too long, unless there was someone worth staying for. She and Max seemed to have that much in common, which was probably why they were both drawn to a career aboard a cruise ship.
Her final touch to getting ready was applying her cherry flavored lip balm, tucking it safely into her clutch before she went off to wait for Max, situating herself near the ramp. She smoothed down the front of her dress, adjusting herself to make sure she looked presentable. They weren’t doing anything fancy, because neither of them really wanted to (honestly it was because he didn’t want to, but she was perfectly fine with that), but she was still excited for their stroll around St.Barthelmy. She took in a breath before she released it as a bored sigh, scanning the area for the man she was waiting for. When she finally caught a glimpse of his salt and pepper hair, she found herself grinning, waiting for him to come to her, her neck tilting back the closer he got so that she could keep looking at him. He wasn’t overly tall, but she was still a tiny little thing, even next to him.
“Hey, handsome.”