Post by HARLOW JAX on Nov 11, 2012 15:25:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] light up the sky above ( WORDS ) 372 ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK HERE Staring into the mirror, a rather content reflection held her gaze. 10 minuets she has been just sitting there, it was time to do something vaguely interesting rather than just looking at herself picking flaws. Spinning round on the stool, her feet swiftly touched the carpet springing her upwards. It was beautiful outside, the perfect day to go to the beach. Dressed in a pair if ripped shorts, a dropped shoulder top with a bikini underneath; Kat grabbed her bag from the side before heading to the door. Slipping on a pair or nude heals, and blue rimmed aviators to finish she left the rather lavish house. The house which she was barely in, but in clubs and conventions partying and tattooing. A soft laugh passed her rouge lips to the thought, rolling her dark orbs she carried on along the sidewalk. Echoed beats of her heals fell with thuds, seemingly the only noise around. The streets where empty. Maybe everyone is at the beach? Naa, they are probably getting pissed in the club. Reaching into her bag, Harlow pulled out a freshly rolled cigarette followed by a lighter, holding the roll in her mouth she sparked up with small flame. Taking a toke, she removed the intoxicating roll from her mouth as she exhaled a pattern of circled smoke. Releasing a content sigh, she weaved round a bollard as she crossed the road towards the beach. Stepping swiftly down the steps, her hand ran along the rails. Observing the busy sands, lifeguards sat on quads watching the sea for dangers. Fingers rustled her wild red tresses into a wavy mess, not that fashion mattered. The breeze would ruin it before long. Smoking the rest of the Tabaco joint she threw it to the ground before squashing it with her shoe, taking them off she headed onto the golden sands. Cold grains imprinted a trail under her weight, spilling to each side of her feet as she walked to a less crowded space. Upon finding a free space, Harlow took a towel from her large bag before lying it down to lay on. Stripping from her top and shorts the branded corona bikini; contrasting perfectly with the extravagant red of her hair. It's all just ramble really |
table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0Lyrics by Maroon5
