|Miss Ella Wexley (missella) wrote in toujoursliberer,|
@ 2008-06-20 14:33:00
|Entry tags:||character development, ella_wexley|
Ella Wexley: a trip to London
Subject: Ella gets distracted by a wardrobe malfunction while on a mission to find Robert Lovering.
Where: A park in London
Who: Ella Wexley
Warnings: none yet, except Ella being improper
Open to: Anyone Ella hasn't interacted with yet and/or "Mr. Brinsley"
It was a complete and total tragedy! The pale cream ribbon, now dirty in at least three places, was taunting Ella from a branch in the tree. How the thing had become loosened from her hair in the first place was a mystery to her. Her hair style was completely ruined for the day and this was a complete and utter distraction from her mission to find Robert Lovering. She huffed and put her hands on her hips. Ridiculous! It was brand new, for heavens sakes, and Mother wasn't about to buy her a new one so soon. It wouldn't matter how much she begged or how pitiful she acted.
That meant it was time to take matters into her own hands. Ella grinned wickedly and licked her lips, then hoisted her skirts enough to put a foot on a large knot towards the bottom of the tree's trunk. It wasn't long before she'd pulled and climbed her way up into the tree branches, not caring if there were any spectators watching her. It was obscene, to be sure, a girl who should be proper climbing up a tree! But Ella stretched her arm out and wiggled her fingers ineffectually. She was so close! The ribbon was just barely out of reach. She shifted her footing ever so slightly, trying to stand on tiptoes on the branch she was balanced on. But the curve of the limb was too much for her smooth-soled shoes to handle.
Ella squeaked as she realised she was falling backwards and landed on her butt on the ground with an "oomph." Annoyed and a bit sore, she flopped backwards onto the grass, taking a moment to catch her breath. She sighed loudly and blew a loose strand of her hair out of her face. The ribbon was still caught in the tree, waving gently at her on the summer breeze.