Post by Erina Layl on Jul 2, 2012 19:40:11 GMT 1
Erina took a deep breath.
"Phew, that was a hard one," she said loudly, smiling satisfactingly as she stopped singing the song becuase, well, it finished. People tended to believe that it was easy screaming your lungs out. It was very difficult, actually.
She coughed a couple of times before drinking from the bottle of water, carefully as she didn't want to have to change clothes, again.
Leaning forward to grab the bottle, she placed her hands around it, refraining from gripping it too tightly.
She was sitting in a chair that she had taken out of her room. To signify that fact, she placed it against the door, legs extended out to trip anyone who happened to be walking by.
WHAT?
Trying to sit properly meant that her knees would be bent and that she'd be obliged to have her back glued to the chair. She'd be very uncomfortable; it also happened to be the way her mom always told her to sit.
The bottle had been placed between her legs, easily as each was cuffed to the other as if they were one. She returned it there once more, eyes unable to lock onto one object. Her attention was constantly shifting, because she replaced whatever actions she couldn't do with constant eye movement. It was actually a fairly good excercice; she was able to fallow cards and discover several magic tricks.
It was cool being able to do that.
She started singing once more, the song this time less screamo, but nonetheless extremely fast. She took in deep breaths whenever possible.
The words were barely comprehensible, so she probably sounded insane to anyone around her; only she could hear the music -earphones.
She was wearing a pair of white shorts, extremely short as that was probably the most comfortable thing she could ever wear. She couldn't stand tight things. She just couldn't.
The restraints were already pretty annoying, so why should she bother wearing jeans or anything like that? She didn't mind people seeing them. Plus, it was made of titanium.
She was dressed in a white t-shirt, several sizes bigger than her own. The sleeves hung loosely over somewhat muscular arms.
Hey, she was indeed rather muscular. Well, at least her upper body.
Actually, it wasn't just her upper body; even her legs were toned and musculad.
Erina was strong.
Her skin was very tanned.
Ok, she was hardly tanned at the moment, but she was, during the summer anyway.
The girls usually tried to kick her out because they had assumed that she was a guy, being her flat self.
It was sad, really. She still hadn't left an impression.
Ok, that was also a lie.
She left an impression with the guys, the boys, the opposite gender than she was usually hanging out with.
The only time they saw her was when she was going to sleep, though at the moment she couldn't find anything to do other than sing, a lot.
"Phew, that was a hard one," she said loudly, smiling satisfactingly as she stopped singing the song becuase, well, it finished. People tended to believe that it was easy screaming your lungs out. It was very difficult, actually.
She coughed a couple of times before drinking from the bottle of water, carefully as she didn't want to have to change clothes, again.
Leaning forward to grab the bottle, she placed her hands around it, refraining from gripping it too tightly.
She was sitting in a chair that she had taken out of her room. To signify that fact, she placed it against the door, legs extended out to trip anyone who happened to be walking by.
WHAT?
Trying to sit properly meant that her knees would be bent and that she'd be obliged to have her back glued to the chair. She'd be very uncomfortable; it also happened to be the way her mom always told her to sit.
The bottle had been placed between her legs, easily as each was cuffed to the other as if they were one. She returned it there once more, eyes unable to lock onto one object. Her attention was constantly shifting, because she replaced whatever actions she couldn't do with constant eye movement. It was actually a fairly good excercice; she was able to fallow cards and discover several magic tricks.
It was cool being able to do that.
She started singing once more, the song this time less screamo, but nonetheless extremely fast. She took in deep breaths whenever possible.
The words were barely comprehensible, so she probably sounded insane to anyone around her; only she could hear the music -earphones.
She was wearing a pair of white shorts, extremely short as that was probably the most comfortable thing she could ever wear. She couldn't stand tight things. She just couldn't.
The restraints were already pretty annoying, so why should she bother wearing jeans or anything like that? She didn't mind people seeing them. Plus, it was made of titanium.
She was dressed in a white t-shirt, several sizes bigger than her own. The sleeves hung loosely over somewhat muscular arms.
Hey, she was indeed rather muscular. Well, at least her upper body.
Actually, it wasn't just her upper body; even her legs were toned and musculad.
Erina was strong.
Her skin was very tanned.
Ok, she was hardly tanned at the moment, but she was, during the summer anyway.
The girls usually tried to kick her out because they had assumed that she was a guy, being her flat self.
It was sad, really. She still hadn't left an impression.
Ok, that was also a lie.
She left an impression with the guys, the boys, the opposite gender than she was usually hanging out with.
The only time they saw her was when she was going to sleep, though at the moment she couldn't find anything to do other than sing, a lot.