Giada De Luca (ex_neutralit610) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-11-18 21:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-03, giada, kendal |
You see us coming
Who: Kendal and Giada.
When: Mid Afternoon-ish.
Where: Hathaway's Residence.
Scarlet Oak's weather had disappointed her once more. First it had been the ridiculous heat wave that had hit the damn place, and now it seemed like the world was about to frigging end. What up, world? This wasn't cool at all. she couldn't really leave and do her usual wandering because most of her clothes would end terribly bad after a brief encounter with the rain. Stupid rain. What was she supposed to wear? Simple jeans and a shirt? That was almost an insult to her; it wasn't as if she wanted to go and kick in the mud, even when going out would invariably end up on her doing that, be it because she would surely slip, or because the fucking roads all around were muddy paths of Hell. She might be exaggerating, but she felt in the right of doing so. And poor the one trying to call her judgment clouded; she wasn't even going to go for the pun and outright curse whoever got in her bad graces at the moment, which was a rather easy task at the time being.
Flipping a magazine in the living room -a living room, whatever- Giada felt bitchy and sulky. Even worst, her father wasn't around to entertain her; he was surely flirting with Gwyneth even if she couldn't see him. She wouldn't even mind playing translator, considering just how bored she was. Very, very bored, indeed. Bored out of her mind, She was even starting considering looking for colleges again, even if she had pretty much made her mind and would resume her studies in due time.
"Isn't anyone else in this god forsaken house?", asked out loud, throwing the magazine over her face as she leaned back, slumping a little over the sofa. "Anyone, I don't care. Dead or alive, whatever." She would even talk to ghosts. Toying with her necklace, she was about to pout and start grumbling out of frustration right there.