time to pretend .open Feb 18, 2009 23:18:10 GMT
Post by Kayia Harper on Feb 18, 2009 23:18:10 GMT
Shit, shit, shit. Nothing but foul language spilled from the small girl’s mouth as she stumbled out of the American team’s dorms. The cause for her panic was the time, three in the afternoon. Kayia had promised to meet up with a friend in the practice space but was three hours late. There she was thinking she could easily manage a twelve o’clock jam session but sadly she had slept in late and even as her alarm went off she just threw her poor cell off the bed and onto the floor. With the battery popping out of the back nothing more was heard from it and Kayia could happily sleep without that annoying sound. Any sound at that time would be annoying however the girl had stupidly put Iron Maiden on as her wakeup call, it startled her sure but she now suffered a dislike for them for the rest of the day. How dare they try and wake her up, she would ‘beat them to death with their own shoes’ if they every tried that again![/size]
Any grace this girl had was now totally gone as she legged it towards the meeting place. She had almost tripped several times and she was pretty sure her feet were taking a beating, especially on any gravel or pavement. In her rush Kayia had forgotten shoes, her clothing was in fact very limited as she wore a grey shirt that stopped a few inches below her behind and very little else. Her legs were bare and pale to the extent of being almost painful to look at. Sure, Kayia had pretty darn flawless flesh but did any of that count when it was such a ghastly pale. Her vibrant hair was as neat it was ever going to be though in the wind the different shades swept back made it appear ablaze.
The girl only slowed when she reached her destination, vivid green eyes peered into each room however her search was lost, apparently people didn’t like to wait around for three hours just for some little jamming session. Silly people, three hours was nothing! Kayia could easily do nothing in that span of time or something very constructive but still waiting in the same place. It wasn’t hard for crying out loud. She entered an empty room, her chest quickly rising and falling but now without a second thought she allowed her small frame to slump to the ground and have a sit down. All that rush and for what, to sit alone in the room. She could have easily slept a little while longer. Becoming restless the girl pulled herself to her feet. Great, now what was she going to do?
In true Kayia spirit she did something that would amuse her for just a short period. In a swift motion she did a hand stand, her small frame supported by her hands. After moments she balanced her feet on the wall above her. The girl’s attire had fallen to her waist flashing her underwear to the empty room, very lady like, before she managed to loose her balance and land in a heap on the floor. On the floor was where she stayed awaiting her next brilliant idea.