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It's amazing how quickly a day can go right into the crapper.
As days go, this one had been pretty okay. Nothing crazy fantastic, mind you, but if there's one thing Lux has learned in this last year, it's how to appreciate when life manages to be uneventful. Her routine is predictable but satisfying: She gets up, she has breakfast with her dad, she goes to class, and she spends her free time with Jason. She's happy. Or, she had been.
After Charlie had dismissed them from art class, Lux had rummaged through the rec room's bookshelf, absconded with a few more vintage copies of Vogue and headed homeward. She'd stayed on the boardwalk, hadn't said a word and was minding her own business. There was absolutely no call for the way that monkey or gibbon or whatever it was had jumped out at her like it was on crack. (Okay, so it was more that the gibbon-monkey thing had happened to swing close as Lux was walking by, but that isn't the point.)
You'd think she'd be used to things jumping at her from trees by now, but amazingly enough, it startled her enough that she not only dropped her magazines but fumbled from the boardwalk and into the foliage.
Nobody was around, no harm done, right? Wrong. So wrong.
Before Lux has even fully untangled herself from the vines, her skin is itching like crazy. As in, a billion mosquito bites distilled into one massive itchy area on her right arm. Scratching it offers no relief, and a moment later, she's itching on her left arm, too, and then her cheek, and then her neck, squirming her way back onto the boardwalk like she's got ants in her pants.
[OOC: One very itchy girl open to new threads until I say uncle. Please read this post first, thank you!]
As days go, this one had been pretty okay. Nothing crazy fantastic, mind you, but if there's one thing Lux has learned in this last year, it's how to appreciate when life manages to be uneventful. Her routine is predictable but satisfying: She gets up, she has breakfast with her dad, she goes to class, and she spends her free time with Jason. She's happy. Or, she had been.
After Charlie had dismissed them from art class, Lux had rummaged through the rec room's bookshelf, absconded with a few more vintage copies of Vogue and headed homeward. She'd stayed on the boardwalk, hadn't said a word and was minding her own business. There was absolutely no call for the way that monkey or gibbon or whatever it was had jumped out at her like it was on crack. (Okay, so it was more that the gibbon-monkey thing had happened to swing close as Lux was walking by, but that isn't the point.)
You'd think she'd be used to things jumping at her from trees by now, but amazingly enough, it startled her enough that she not only dropped her magazines but fumbled from the boardwalk and into the foliage.
Nobody was around, no harm done, right? Wrong. So wrong.
Before Lux has even fully untangled herself from the vines, her skin is itching like crazy. As in, a billion mosquito bites distilled into one massive itchy area on her right arm. Scratching it offers no relief, and a moment later, she's itching on her left arm, too, and then her cheek, and then her neck, squirming her way back onto the boardwalk like she's got ants in her pants.
[OOC: One very itchy girl open to new threads until I say uncle. Please read this post first, thank you!]