hammock ramblings (Jamie-Ace);
Today, Ace thought, was a good day. Today was a day with sunshine and books and her radio and Jazz and an overgrown hammock that seemed to be made out of vines and goodness knew that she wasn't one to look a gift hammock in the mouth.
... Not that they had mouths.
So she managed to get into the bloody thing, leaving her radio playing on the grass as she swung slowly, a compendium of Grimm's Fairy Tales in her hand as she hummed softly. This was the life - she tugged her hair out of it's ponytail, and wadded up her coat up behind head head inside out so she wouldn't catch her hair on her pins and things.
OOC: Linked to Main Comm on 05-11-07.
... Not that they had mouths.
So she managed to get into the bloody thing, leaving her radio playing on the grass as she swung slowly, a compendium of Grimm's Fairy Tales in her hand as she hummed softly. This was the life - she tugged her hair out of it's ponytail, and wadded up her coat up behind head head inside out so she wouldn't catch her hair on her pins and things.
OOC: Linked to Main Comm on 05-11-07.