Pimms o'clock. riseofgallifrey RP.

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Lucy sat on the lawn of her father's house and sipped pimms with cucumber threw a straw. It was pinky coloured and the green set off nicely with a country feel one could never imagine in the city. She crossed her legs in her white muslin dress, pushing her blonde hair back behind an ear.

This was the life. Nothing could bother her now.

Lucy blinked and slowly opned her eyes.

Her prison cell was still there after all. She sighed and began counting the bricks again.