Beach, Saturday Evening
The beach in Fandom was totally wrong, if you were used to the beach in L.A.
It did not smell right. The sand was the wrong color. And Weetzie couldn't hear any traffic at all, which was creeping her out. She never thought she liked cars, but the way they sounded was like a calming white noise, and she noticed the absence.
But it was a beach, and Fandom was where she was going to be for a while. Weetzie stuck one hand in her pocket and gripped Monroe's leash with the other as she walked along the beach, trying to find the beauty that would help her make the best of it.
[OOC: Open and very random. But come on, if you feel like playing with potentials.]
It did not smell right. The sand was the wrong color. And Weetzie couldn't hear any traffic at all, which was creeping her out. She never thought she liked cars, but the way they sounded was like a calming white noise, and she noticed the absence.
But it was a beach, and Fandom was where she was going to be for a while. Weetzie stuck one hand in her pocket and gripped Monroe's leash with the other as she walked along the beach, trying to find the beauty that would help her make the best of it.
[OOC: Open and very random. But come on, if you feel like playing with potentials.]