Waxing and Waning
Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 1:26 am
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Fingers interlaced as long arms stretched above sandy brown hair that tumbled around smooth shoulder blades; the pale silk fabric hung loosely on the feminine shoulders and hips yet did not conceal the soft curves. The young woman swung her arms in front of her and then behind, working the tensed muscles after standing in one position for three hours. As she walked over to a table that was pushed against the wall, she rubbed the back of her neck with both hands.
She reached the table and held out her hand to pick up her neatly folded clothes when she was pushed from behind.
"Oh! Sorry, Rori!"
It was one of the students who was one of the others that were rushing towards the door. Rori shot a menacing look at the boy, picking up the now disheveled pile of clothes and patted them back into place as she walked out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. She changed quickly and brushed her hair in front of one of the mirrors, frowning at it as it was not clean from years of students marking or scratching at it.
She walked back into the hall, her dark grey shirt hugging her torso, the sleeves opening up at the elbows and spun happily around her wrists with every movement; her black jeans fitted perfectly on her waist and were nicely draped over her light grey shoes. She walked briskly down the hall and out into the crisp night air, she stopped for a second to get her phone from her bag and waited for it to turn on.
[[It's about 10:15pm, just to let you know.]]
Fingers interlaced as long arms stretched above sandy brown hair that tumbled around smooth shoulder blades; the pale silk fabric hung loosely on the feminine shoulders and hips yet did not conceal the soft curves. The young woman swung her arms in front of her and then behind, working the tensed muscles after standing in one position for three hours. As she walked over to a table that was pushed against the wall, she rubbed the back of her neck with both hands.
She reached the table and held out her hand to pick up her neatly folded clothes when she was pushed from behind.
"Oh! Sorry, Rori!"
It was one of the students who was one of the others that were rushing towards the door. Rori shot a menacing look at the boy, picking up the now disheveled pile of clothes and patted them back into place as she walked out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. She changed quickly and brushed her hair in front of one of the mirrors, frowning at it as it was not clean from years of students marking or scratching at it.
She walked back into the hall, her dark grey shirt hugging her torso, the sleeves opening up at the elbows and spun happily around her wrists with every movement; her black jeans fitted perfectly on her waist and were nicely draped over her light grey shoes. She walked briskly down the hall and out into the crisp night air, she stopped for a second to get her phone from her bag and waited for it to turn on.
[[It's about 10:15pm, just to let you know.]]