Post by rorilynn maeve chartrand on Mar 21, 2010 20:27:28 GMT -5
it's not that your lipstick failed.
She woke up in a groggy sort of way, opening her eyes slowly, trying to keep the light from washing over her in an overwhleming manner. It was around midday, but she was always waking up at that time of day. In fact, it was a routine for the girl. Rori would go out late at night, partying with people and that sort of a thing, and then in the wee hours of the morning, or sometime around six o'clock in the morning, she would stumble onto the bus and pass out for a good portion of the day. There were other times when she didn't sleep at all, which would leave her feeling worse than she already was. After all, nursing a hangover wasn't fun when you never went to bed.
Rori rolled out of the bed, stumbling around, before opening her eyes fully, as they adjusted to the light. There would be nothing more that she would have loved than to stay in her bed for the rest of the day. However, that simply wasn't possible because she needed to get up. How else would she have the energy to get out of her bed and drag her ass around the grounds to go out? She was truly living the life, going out almost every night, popping pills, drinking, anything that a person could imagine. It was cliché; she was a cliché. But in all honesty, Rori really could have cared less.
Her first instinct told her to get dressed, which was exactly what she did next. Rori looked around for something to wear, before pulling on a pair of black skinnies and a pair of socks. She found a white tube top, originally a t-shirt, but she'd cut it up. The front had a faded logo on it for some band that she really couldn't remember the name of. Clearly, she had been wearing the shirt for a while, and she couldn't part with it, so she just kept wearing it, and washing it. Her feet then lef her over to the bus' washroom, where she turned on the water, washing her face, looking at herself in the mirror. Rori frowned, something she did often when she looked at herself in the mirror. She hated the way she looked. Closing the door to the little bathroom area, she looked at herself, looking disgusted.
Rori ran a brush through her hair, running her hands through her hair when she was finished. She did the usual: backcombed it at the top, near the back, and used a bit of hairspray to hold it into place. Rori then ran the brush through her hair again, to smooth everything out, before taking it into her hands, bunching it together, and pulling an eleastic from around her wrist around it loosely. Then she brushed her teeth, rinsed and finally she was ready to head out. It was her daily routine, that she followed often. She didn't always do it in the same order, and she often threw in a shower, but that was how it always ended up being.
Heading into the main area of the bus, Rori tripped over a pair of grey hightops. Actually, they were hers, so she laughed a bit, before pulling them onto her feet. She was going out anyway, so she might as well put on the first shoes that were in her way. Rori walked through the bus, spotting the article of clothing she was looking for: her black, faux leather jacket. She pulled it onto her small frame, checking the pockets to find a twenty dollar bill in it, and then made her way off of the bus. When she had awoken from her sleep, Rori had already known what her destination was; Starbucks.
It wasn't that far from where she was at the moment, actually, which was a rather nice thing. She liked to walk places, actually, which seemed a bit strange, but Rori figured she needed the exercise. There was a constant wish to be in shape, and she wanted it to stay that way. However, deep inside of her, Rori knew that she really didn't need to go to all of these measures in order to stay thin, but her mind would scream it at her constantly, so she felt that she needed to comply with it.
After about twenty minutes or so, Rori arrived at her destination. She opened the door, a little chime going off, before getting into the small line. She was rather surprised that it wasn't all that busy there, but she was content with that. When she got to the counter, she spoke the words as though they were practised and perfect to an art. "I'll have a short China green tips brewed tea," Rori said to the girl working the cash. She waited for her drink, before receiving it and going off to find a place to sit. She found an empty table to sit at, putting her tea down on the table, pulling out the chair and sitting down. Rori pulled out her phone, turning it on. She wasn't ashamed to say she owned a BlackBerry. Or, in the words of others, a CrackBerry. It was a great thing to own. It vibrated in her hands as it turned on, and she looked through her text, too bored to answer any of them, taking a sip of her drink, sighing contentedly.
thread progression: complete.
word count: 903
to: leighbby && rinicakes!
lyrics: the cab.
sounds: high hopes in velvet ropes - the cab.
current mood: hm.
extra stuff: i hope this is okay. xP it's a bit shorter than
i'd have liked, but hopefully you can crank out a reply!