The motif and disorganization of the apartment showed the young girl who inhabited it's true colors - she was a girl of the water, through and through. Furniture and appliances were run of the mill, middle class college kid stuff, but there was more than one surfboard in the place - all designs by Jax, the only one who ever built her boards, and various surf posters up. Pinned up along the wall were pictures, ribbons, and an entire section devoted to the tabloid stories about herself - yes, she was your typical, careless Cali girl, and she spent the majority of her time on the waves. A spare couch sat off to one corner, covered in dog hair - specifically reserved for her monstrous brindle great dane, Tyke.
She pulled the sheets right up over her head and pressed a playful kiss to his lips, one arm still tucked under his neck, the other hand pressed against his chest. "You rock." -- Aislinn, 10:53:53 09/21/04 Tue [71]
knock knock knocking on heavens door. -- Zee, 18:45:06 09/04/04 Sat [68]
He had promised her candy and candy he had along with an assortment of take out tucked under his arm, which made knocking an interesting task. Clad as usual in a tight tee shirt that simply read "Brunswick T-Ball" obviously bought at a thrift store, faded jeans that hung lower on his hips and flips, he wasn't dressed for anything but just chilling out. With a small, absent smile at nothing in particular, he rocked back on his heels, waiting patiently as always for her to answer the door.
