ginnifer friedmann (acleanslate) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-06-24 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle003, ginny, mallory |
Who. Ginny and Mal.
When. June 3rd, afternoon.
Where. St. Barth.
What. Just a little run in with a familiar face.
Warning. None, more than likely.
I could live somewhere like this, Ginnifer thought to herself as she strolled the main street of St. Barthelmy. The ocean air was heavy with salt and carried with it the spicy aroma of a nearby restaurant and the familiar sweetness of booze. It was a beautiful place, no doubt, and it was far enough away that Ginnifer doubted her husband would have contact with someone here. Still cautious, the top half of Ginnifer's face was concealed by a large pair of sunglasses, and the sunhat atop her ink-black hair was not unlike every other tourist's. She was perfectly ordinary, right down to the denim shorts and white tank top. Unmemorable, just as she wanted to be.
Ginnifer browsed through her fair share of souvenir shops, letting her eyes wander over the various brightly-colored trinkets, but since she had no one to buy them for (and Ginnifer had never much been one for clutter, anyway), she soon began skipping the shops entirely and found herself just walking. There was no real destination in mind, but she was just thankful to be off the ship and on the ground. It wasn't sea sickness that was the issue but, rather, the lack of places to go. Luxury cruise or not, it felt remarkably like a giant cage.
She was just about to turn back and start the fairly long walk back to the ship when something caught her eye. The shop itself looked like so many of the others, with its handpainted sign and its flashy colors beckoning tourists to make themselves at home, but it wasn't the shop that made her stop. In the display was a simple silver bracelet adorned with a charm in the shape of an anchor. Ginnifer wasn't much for jewelry - had never been, really - but something about the delicate bracelet caught her attention.
The shop was hot and humid inside, without so much as a fan to circulate the dense air, and the man that sat behind the counter looked as though he might have been half asleep. He barely lifted his head to look at her, which suit Ginnifer just fine. She grabbed up the bracelet in question and brought it to the counter, paid the fifteen dollars (after talking him down from twenty-five) and slid it in the back pocket of her shorts.
Once outside, she rounded the corner just in time to see none other than Mallory Cunningham. It was too late to act as though she hadn't seen him, and besides, she liked Mallory enough. "Doing some shopping?" she asked, trying for a smile.