This Isn't No Trip to the Bahamas
Just posting quick before I have my show... maybe someobody can join in... heh remember you can do 2 or 3 rps at once.. I dunno...everyone just seems split up... That and I've been a tad busy... hopefully that'll be over in a bit... Well... Good luck and have fun guys!))
*Sitting in the sand as the hot afternoon rays poured down on the beach, she seemed to be the only one awake, even at the late afternoon hour. Either that or the rest of the islanders had gone into the jungle on some sort of adventure, hunting, or just to get away. Whatever it was, as usual, Carly wasn't part of it. But either way she didn't seem to mind, didn't seem to pay any attention to it, as her small, little, nine year old body hunched over the large book which was open in her lap as she sat indian style. Her little hands, which had stopped shaking, for at least this morning, as they gently rubbed down the worn paper of each page. Her mind always racing, always needing something to focus and think on now skimming through the advanced level words, the feelings, and seemingly being able to understand them all.*
~Frankly Scarlet, I don't give a damn~
*Her neck straightened a bit, as she seemed to perk. Were people really like this? Outside of the beatings, and the smoking, and the drinking, and the yelling? Could life really be like this? No, probably not... No love, not even the wrongful undeserved kind. You had to be pretty to get that... Like Scarlet...Carly shook her head as she turned the page with a soft sigh, she had long finished Moby Dick and had it stored away, in a hand made box, underneath the sand. Though she didn't know why exactly she had done that, but it was one of the few things on the island that she had... And if she hadn't found that piece of the plane, her hiding place, she wouldn't have even had that!*
*Sniffling a bit, as if she had inhaled a particular dry gust of air, she used her elbow to quickly wipe her nose, then drew her shoulders upward and close, rubbing the sides of her face as her messy, greasy, brown hair hung over her dirty face, cheeks smudged. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the page, but found after a period of ten minutes, it became increasingly difficult and she found her eyes darting abck and forth between each page like an eager small poodle. Her fingers were now even beginning to clench around the corners of the book cover, squeazing and releasing, then pressing her little thumbs down. And she still had that little bag in her pocket, a constant reminder...*
*Sitting in the sand as the hot afternoon rays poured down on the beach, she seemed to be the only one awake, even at the late afternoon hour. Either that or the rest of the islanders had gone into the jungle on some sort of adventure, hunting, or just to get away. Whatever it was, as usual, Carly wasn't part of it. But either way she didn't seem to mind, didn't seem to pay any attention to it, as her small, little, nine year old body hunched over the large book which was open in her lap as she sat indian style. Her little hands, which had stopped shaking, for at least this morning, as they gently rubbed down the worn paper of each page. Her mind always racing, always needing something to focus and think on now skimming through the advanced level words, the feelings, and seemingly being able to understand them all.*
~Frankly Scarlet, I don't give a damn~
*Her neck straightened a bit, as she seemed to perk. Were people really like this? Outside of the beatings, and the smoking, and the drinking, and the yelling? Could life really be like this? No, probably not... No love, not even the wrongful undeserved kind. You had to be pretty to get that... Like Scarlet...Carly shook her head as she turned the page with a soft sigh, she had long finished Moby Dick and had it stored away, in a hand made box, underneath the sand. Though she didn't know why exactly she had done that, but it was one of the few things on the island that she had... And if she hadn't found that piece of the plane, her hiding place, she wouldn't have even had that!*
*Sniffling a bit, as if she had inhaled a particular dry gust of air, she used her elbow to quickly wipe her nose, then drew her shoulders upward and close, rubbing the sides of her face as her messy, greasy, brown hair hung over her dirty face, cheeks smudged. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the page, but found after a period of ten minutes, it became increasingly difficult and she found her eyes darting abck and forth between each page like an eager small poodle. Her fingers were now even beginning to clench around the corners of the book cover, squeazing and releasing, then pressing her little thumbs down. And she still had that little bag in her pocket, a constant reminder...*