Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-05-17 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, heather lisinski, pike |
Apologies...
Who: Heather, Pike, and possibly anyone else in cabin 002
When: Early evening May 16th
Where: Cabin 002
What: To many days had passed between the day she and Pike had 'words'. Between guilt and the nagging voice of her father she felt the need to mend fences.
Rating: I'll go with PG-13
Status: Incomplete.
She had walked the path back and forth between her cabin and his at least seven times. Every time she made an attempt to walk back in to her own she'd hear the voice of her long dead father. Do not let the sun go down on your anger. Or Don't go to bed angry. It had already been three days, and she had tried to sleep all three days. The guilt was going to bury her if she didn't set things right.
Part of her wanted to be stubborn, part of her wanted to wait and see if he even cared that she was pissed off at him. The other part, the part that cared for him more than it should, missed him, and wanted things to go back to the way they were. That part of her out weighed the other two put together.
Swallowing her pride, she stepped up onto the front porch. Taking in a deep breath and holding it so she wouldn't turn back yet again her knuckles rapped against the Oak door. Maybe a little harder than she had intended. If he didn't answer she would claim that she was looking for someone she knew wasn't within. It was one thing to swallow your pride for one person, it was a completely different horse to let anyone else know you swallowed it. Her pride might be in her stomach, but she did still have her dignity.
She'd dolled herself up, not because she wanted to impress anyone. No not at all. It was more to cover up the fact that she still hadn't slept. Concealer hid the dark circles, blue liner brought the brilliance back to her eyes, mascara finished off the look. She'd dabbed on just a little rose lipstick so it wouldn't look too obvious that she was hiding something. She wasn't one to wear much makeup as it was. She'd blown out and fluffed her freshly cut hair, so it didn't look limp and lifeless. Opting for a leather long sleeved blouse rather than a tee shirt simply because it drew the eye to certain assets while hiding the drastic weight loss, and a pair of hip hugging jeans- another way to hide what she'd lost. She topped this outfit off with a pair of black leather wedge sandals, and a gray scarf- so it wasn't obvious she was trying to draw attention to her breasts rather than her waist.
Her lips pursed slightly, as she pulled her hands behind her. She didn't want to cross her arms because that would make her look like she was still mad at him. The desire to smooth things over kept her little nervous fidgeting in check. What if he was still pissed off? What if he opened the door only to turn around and slam it in her face? She wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but instead she simply twisted her fingers together behind her back. It kept her from knocking yet again.