Post by Jessica Boleyn on Jul 8, 2008 19:42:26 GMT
She had never been one for being on time. Of course not, not once could Father Time ever slow down for Jessica.
Then again, maybe she shouldn't have worn heels. I'm my own un-doing.
Dressed in a dark blue baby doll dress, what other option had she then her blue heels? Shaking her newly honey brown hair into her eyes, she grins faintly at the sound of Rory's voice in the back of her head. I'm guessing it's some chick thing that I'd be better off not knowing? Smart one that brother of hers.
Hauling her bag higher on her shoulder, she glanced back over her shoulder to the clock that hung in the middle of the station.
Yes, she was late. Of course she was. Sighing softly, she leaned against the graffiti covered wall. Lightly running her finger over it, she smiled slightly. She had a soft spot for artists. Even more so when they were rebellious and did their works of arts on everything but paper.
She was suppose to be above ground, waiting patiently for her father to come get her. But then it had started to pour, so of course Jessica wasn't going to risk her health by standing. Her father had told her exactly six pm, because he had a shift at six thirty. She didn't even know what job her father had gotten since they were transfered here but she didn't want to risk anything. But of course her sense of time sucked. Glancing at the clock, she squints slightly, trying to figure out what time it is.
7.15. "Shit," She murmurs softly,"So much for being on time this time around."
Then again, maybe she shouldn't have worn heels. I'm my own un-doing.
Dressed in a dark blue baby doll dress, what other option had she then her blue heels? Shaking her newly honey brown hair into her eyes, she grins faintly at the sound of Rory's voice in the back of her head. I'm guessing it's some chick thing that I'd be better off not knowing? Smart one that brother of hers.
Hauling her bag higher on her shoulder, she glanced back over her shoulder to the clock that hung in the middle of the station.
Yes, she was late. Of course she was. Sighing softly, she leaned against the graffiti covered wall. Lightly running her finger over it, she smiled slightly. She had a soft spot for artists. Even more so when they were rebellious and did their works of arts on everything but paper.
She was suppose to be above ground, waiting patiently for her father to come get her. But then it had started to pour, so of course Jessica wasn't going to risk her health by standing. Her father had told her exactly six pm, because he had a shift at six thirty. She didn't even know what job her father had gotten since they were transfered here but she didn't want to risk anything. But of course her sense of time sucked. Glancing at the clock, she squints slightly, trying to figure out what time it is.
7.15. "Shit," She murmurs softly,"So much for being on time this time around."
