RP: Macro-whatever
Date: Oct 2, 2011
Characters: Harley Jordan, Anyone Else
Location: Park bench
Status: Public
Summary: Harley studies in the park.
Completion: Incomplete
The streaks were mostly out of her hair. Harley slumped her back against the armrest of the bench, legs stretched across the seat, and ran her fingers through her bangs, not coming away with any red or green. Another wash should take care of it before tomorrow. Not that she minded going to work with her hair looking a little more festive than usual. She'd even tell people it'd been for Pride, and anyone who made an issue of it could eat a bag of glitter.
It'd been a pretty fun day. Thad had almost been like a different person, or at least like the Thad she'd used to know who'd smiled and laughed more than he did these days. She wished he could be like that all the time, but she kinda suspected that had been a one-time deal, at least for now. Of course, he was working for some photographer now, so maybe things were looking up. If he wasn't working for Ciaran, it was an automatic upgrade no matter who it was.
Harley glanced back down at her book as the breeze flipped the pages up, reminding her that it was still in her lap...and that she hadn't turned a page in about 20 minutes. She propped her elbow on the back off the bench and crossed her ankles, trying to concentrate on inflation. Maybe once she was actually in class, she'd find out that this shit wasn't as abstract and confusing as it seemed on paper.
Characters: Harley Jordan, Anyone Else
Location: Park bench
Status: Public
Summary: Harley studies in the park.
Completion: Incomplete
The streaks were mostly out of her hair. Harley slumped her back against the armrest of the bench, legs stretched across the seat, and ran her fingers through her bangs, not coming away with any red or green. Another wash should take care of it before tomorrow. Not that she minded going to work with her hair looking a little more festive than usual. She'd even tell people it'd been for Pride, and anyone who made an issue of it could eat a bag of glitter.
It'd been a pretty fun day. Thad had almost been like a different person, or at least like the Thad she'd used to know who'd smiled and laughed more than he did these days. She wished he could be like that all the time, but she kinda suspected that had been a one-time deal, at least for now. Of course, he was working for some photographer now, so maybe things were looking up. If he wasn't working for Ciaran, it was an automatic upgrade no matter who it was.
Harley glanced back down at her book as the breeze flipped the pages up, reminding her that it was still in her lap...and that she hadn't turned a page in about 20 minutes. She propped her elbow on the back off the bench and crossed her ankles, trying to concentrate on inflation. Maybe once she was actually in class, she'd find out that this shit wasn't as abstract and confusing as it seemed on paper.