Isabel Lane Hemingway (isabellane) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-10-18 00:08:00 |
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Current mood: | bitchy |
Entry tags: | !open, ~isabel lane |
Who: Isabel Lane
Where: Main strip
What: Isabel's arrival
When: Thursday morning
Rating: R for language
Open: Yes
Status: ongoing
Isabel wasn't sure of many things at the moment but she was sure that she had a massive hangover. Her head was pounding like the bass line from the music last night. They'd had a great gig at Somewhere Else, an adorably named local club, and then stayed afterward for drinking and a little dancing to the juke box. She'd lost track after the third round of the drink she called a Shirley Got Laid, which was a Shirley Temple with vodka added to it. She could feel asphalt under her fingers before she even tried to open her eyes. She winced at the bright light, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her head. She closed her eyes tight and tried to slowly sit up, getting a little dizzy but managing to stay upright. She opened her eyes and finally got them to focus. "What the hell?" She slowly got to her feet with a bit of a groan. She'd been laying in the middle of a street. How did she manage that without getting run over by somebody? And where the hell was she? She didn't recognize any of the buildings around her. She staggered a little as she made her way down the street, not even realizing that there weren't any people around. Isabel searched her pockets for her phone, hoping to call one of her friends to come get her. When her pockets came up empty, she panicked. Her whole life was in that phone. She had to get hold of someone. She looked around to see if there was someone that could lend her a phone when she noticed the distinct lack of people. "Hello?" She turned in a compete circle, then leaned against the nearest stable surface as he head started to spin a bit. "This is a really bad time to have a hangover." |