Rowan Talia (justafleshwound) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-28 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-24, rowan |
Modelface.
Who: Whisper and Rowan
When: 9am
Where: Whisper's home/office
Despite a few frantic hours of trying to find something that didn't look second-hand, Rowan did actually manage. Granted, her aunt had ended up buying her new jeans (which Rowan had promised a million times to pay her back, despite her aunt's refusal to take any money), and a slightly off-white sleeveless top she had crocheted when she was in the loony bin. Under the top she wore a fitted, flesh-colored long-sleeve top. There was no hope as far as shoes went, she had to stick with the same old tennis shoes she wore to work, but hopefully this would do.
Riding her bike into northern Scarlet Oak had been a bit of a pain in the ass, considering she still had broken fingers and toes, but she managed. And damn near wished she hadn't when she got there. Oh Jesus. I should have brought Killer. With a deep breath, she carefully placed her bike by the door (who the hell was gonna steal it here?) and rang the bell.