Post by fate eliza hutchison on Jun 7, 2011 17:27:47 GMT -5
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]Long days were always the worst for Fate. Sitting at her desk, lounging around with nothing to do while the shop was empty. She didn't even have the boys with her, due to lack of appointments she was on her own for the morning. She had done one tattoo, and currently she was sitting on her ass, playing with her lighter. It was all she could do at the moment, waiting for some flood of inspiration to engulf her and give her something to draw. However, she seemed to be stuck on dry land instead.
Fate loved fire. In fact, she loved all the elements. She had a connection with them, after all. But she faked human, she pretended she was nothing special. If anyone knew Fate had three powers, she'd become a celebrity... and a target. So she kept it to herself, flicking the lighter and watching the flame burn an orange hue before shutting it off. The time seemed to move slowly, but it was finally time for her to leave. She had half the day off, and she planned to spend it at the beach in the warm weather Tatum provided. She was an Aussie girl, the beach was where she belonged.
Packing up her things in the tote bag she carried, she slipped on her aviators and made her way down to the motorcycle parked on the street, locking the door to the shop behind her. Her harley was her baby, her pride and joy, and it ran like a dream. She could only smile as she stored her bag away in the compartment, putting on a helmet and bringing the engine to life. The purr made her sigh, then she pressed on the gas and sped towards the beach, breaking traffic laws in the process.
The beach was expansive, but since it was a work day it wasn't that busy. That meant she had a lot of space to herself, whether it was to catch a tan or a wave, she'd have some peace while she did it. She laid all her things out, then slipped out of her clothes into a bathing suit and laid on the towel. The hot sun warmed her, and she dozed off lightly, still aware of her surroundings but almost asleep. She was sure no one would come along. Or, at least, she thought no one would.
TAGGING ELISE/ZSADIST !
WORDS IDK !
WEARING CLOTHES !
NOTES HAVE FUN !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION ![/COLOR][/FONT]
