Wet Clothes[OPEN]
Jul 21, 2007 13:03:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2007 13:03:24 GMT -5
Open to Those Who Can Keep Up
Peoples thoughts are doorways to who they are, a person who can read minds often feels closer to their subject, although it can also be an annoyance. Getting a person is hard, but when you know what their thinking it’s like you know who they truly are, no secrets, you know who they truly are. Often people feel disconnected by disabilities though; maybe that’s why I’m so thrown off from the people around me. None of my abilities allow me to be close to them; often they do just the opposite, make me an enemy. Mathieu would know what I should do next.
Peoples thoughts are doorways to who they are, a person who can read minds often feels closer to their subject, although it can also be an annoyance. Getting a person is hard, but when you know what their thinking it’s like you know who they truly are, no secrets, you know who they truly are. Often people feel disconnected by disabilities though; maybe that’s why I’m so thrown off from the people around me. None of my abilities allow me to be close to them; often they do just the opposite, make me an enemy. Mathieu would know what I should do next.
Somehow this place didn’t exactly feel like it welcomed Sare. But, it had an extreme difference from the world she came from, where every movement was uncomfortable. Sare couldn’t find the extreme comfort in this new world from the one she had left behind, since the difficulties she had faced there were long left behind with a loss of memory. The world she grew up extremely in a series of three years was more welcoming then anywhere she could possibly imagine, but somehow she felt like she stood out here. Although it may have been just that the amount of people was fewer, and he outfit didn’t exactly make her one with everyone. Everyone seemed to know each other here, and she was an outsider.
Sare wore a deep red, maroon, colored cloak with a large hood she put over her head, which hid the horns that peeked through her white hair, gold trim rain over the edges of the cloak, being the hems. Underneath she wore a tank-top, turtle neck, black sweater, and then simple blue jeans that were ripped and torn at the bottom, the thighs slightly faded from use. Her small heeled black boots felt kind of odd on her feet. Mathieu had bought her the entire outfit sometime back, and this was the first time she had worn the entire thing together. Mathieu, being an explorer and a traveler, had to save his munny, only making munny when he made discoveries. He was to much of a bum to do the extra work, like research, and earn some extra munny.
In this outfit she felt like she blended in a little more, no matter how awkward or different it felt to her. Mathieu told her if she didn’t like to stand out, then she should wear clothes that would normal for the area that was just difficult for her. Giving things up was hard for her, and now it was even more difficult without Mathieu, but sometimes a person needed to.
Sare dug her hands into the pockets of her jeans below the warm cover of the cloak. The day didn’t exactly feel hot, or cold, it was more or less an average of 70. The cool air felt good. The differences in this small town made them welcoming, the way that everyone knew everyone, the beach was the entire place, the ocean echoed through the ears of the townspeople permanently. The beach just outside of the town welcomes Sare as she walked down the path until she could feel her heels sink into the sand. She sat down on the edge of the path, unzipping the side of her boots and placing them next to her, then removing her socks and placing them inside. She pulled the bow of her cloak and let it drop behind her. She did a somewhat fold/wrap/thing and placed it on the side next to her boots. Her horns made her self conscious, but the unoccupied beach made it a little better.
The beach didn’t seem like a bad idea, not many people seemed to be on the next hundred yards or so, maybe two or three. There was a group of islands, and this didn’t seem like today’s prime location, surely there were people on the beach elsewhere though. Sare felt like this place was best though. She rolled her jeans up to just below her knees as she walked down to the water where she could place her feet lightly into the water that had slowly grown warmer over the summer.
Sare felt the water splash against her ankles and splash up to her knees, getting the rolled up jeans slightly wet. The water felt good though, and she wished she had a bathing suit to wear, that was another thing to put on her ‘I need to raise munny’ list. The idea of being able to go swimming without getting her clothes soaking wet sounded great. The bathing suit she once had didn’t fit anymore, and she could just imagine a bikini on her, quickly she thrust her arms to cover her stomach. Maybe a one piece was better for her.
The water pushing up on her legs felt good, even as a wave came splashing down not to far off and pushing water to her face, and getting her hair and bone horns wet. She felt cold suddenly, and she wrapped herself up in her arms, looking back for a moment to see a person walk past with a large dog, almost the size of a pony, walk by his side. They didn’t even look at her, but she didn’t know if that was because he just didn’t want to seem rude.
She shook her head and small drops of rain came from her hair and fell into the water. Sare shivered once and walked up to her cloak, where she lifted it up, and wrapped it around herself, not putting up the hood. The warmth of the cloak made her feel wonderful, but the salt of the water made her feel sticky and like she needed a nice bath. Nice warm, steaming water would be more then welcomed right now.
Sare could feel water run down her back, she probably shouldn’t have gone in that far, if she hadn’t then she wouldn’t have been made this wet. Well, she didn’t know the waves were that big, it wasn’t her fault. She could blame the ocean if she liked, it wouldn’t change it though.
”I guess you don’t like being wet.” Enfer said in the back of Sare’s head quietly, as a statement, not a question.
”Not that much… Sare said allowed to herself, like she was talking to herself, which really she was. Well, an alternate self.
”A lot of people don’t like swimming in the ocean, you’re just one of them.”
”I love the ocean, and I love swimming in it, but when I’m wearing a bathing suit, not the outfit I came in, cause now I have to walk around wet.” Sare really did like the ocean, she really like everything about the beach, from sound, smell, and touch. The only problem was taste.
”Oh hush, I didn’t mean anything by it.[/i] Sare did as she was told and sat down quietly in the sand, just out of reach of the water, and watched as every wave rolled in, with thoughts of getting her wet, but never even daring to try as every one rolled back out.
It was a good day for the beach.[/sub]