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Post by leah on Mar 26, 2008 10:28:40 GMT -5
Sitting Indian style Leah was sitting exactly one inch away from the drop point of the cliffs. If she was pushed forwards then she most certainly would be taking a dive. It wasn’t that cliff diving was boring but it wasn’t all that exciting either. She lay back on the ground now contemplating her options. She could always kick the TV around to make it work. Somehow that option still wasn’t good enough for her.
She clutched her clothing, old jeans and a tee shirt and made a sort of pillow out of them. She was dressed in a two piece bathing suit, nothing was special about it. It was two years old but still the same old color, black. She moved her legs and bent them up, making the bottom half of her bathing suit shift downwards. It wasn’t as if she needed a tan because her skin was already a perfect coppery gold. If she had an ipod or mp3 player she would definitely be listening to it.
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Post by Amy Polaris on Mar 29, 2008 14:04:03 GMT -5
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Post by leah on Apr 4, 2008 9:51:16 GMT -5
oOc-Sorry for the long wait. I have no Leah muse. = (
Leah ran her hands along her body, it wasn’t that she was doing anything un godlike, she was just wiping the dripping sweat that formed. It was always hot in La Push, the only thing that kept her from sweating up a storm was that she was used to this weather and that every now and then a breeze would come along to make all that sweat worthwhile. But alas, there had been no breeze for a few minutes. She sighed a deep sigh, there was no chance of relieving boredom...ever in La Push. If her car could take her to Seattle or Port Angeles, she would have headed there immediately.... The only thing kids from La Push had were black and white TV’s or cliff diving.
She sat up as she felt the dirt from the ground begin to stick to her back. She began to frivolously slap the dust that had glued onto her back with sweat when the wind came. And that was when she smelt it... She huffed the air out through her nostrils as a disgusting wretched smell filled them. Cold ones! Her eyes searched the area for where the vampire or vampires may be. With her back to the cliffs her eyes continued to search for the figure. There were may a hiding places. Her throat began to growl, making a noise only an animal could make. It didn’t matter if the figure in the shadows realized that they were making a wolf sound, they obviously knew she was a werewolf, and they knew they would be found out also. What were vampires doing in La Push? How dare they! “Come out.” She growled, giving a direct order to the vampire.
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