Post by RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN on Jan 28, 2012 10:20:15 GMT -5
The day was alright for the most part. She had spent some time with Rose earlier on in the day, helping her with chores around the house, since her cousin was at the point of not being able to bend over. It was pretty hilarious, but furthermore—it confirmed the fact that Tramp would never subject herself to the pain of childbearing. Haha. Joke! Either way, after doing what she could do to help around the house, Tramp made her way down to the park without much of a care in the world. Her platforms crunched the crisp grass, and she strutted her scantily clad self down towards the reservoir.
Admittedly, the little lake made her a bit nervous. At long as she stayed a decent ways away, it was fine. Even nice to look at. But Tramp had always hated the water; she owned bikinis—but you’d never see her in the ocean or the pool. She settled down in the grass, and licked the inside of her cheek while she watched the sunlight glitter off the black water. Sure, it was pretty. But deadly too. Tramp was one of the few people in the world that didn’t know how to swim, and no-one for the life of her could get her close enough to figure it out.
She tapped her pack on her palm, before sliding out a single, slender white stick and lit it up, sliding it between glossy red lips. Today was just a day to enjoy the sunshine, maybe get a few of her thoughts sorted out. No Angel, no Wes, no Xander, no Cash. Just Tramp trying to figure her own issues out. Mostly two big ones that went by the name of Xander and Cash. Cash, cute in a kittenish kind of way. She felt bad, but Cash had been a bit a tool—and not in the douchebag sense. She had hoped her obvious romping around would drive Xander to the point of…doing something about whatever they were. And that hadn’t happened, so now she was stuck with two very different guys that she couldn’t exactly shake off. No doubt about it, Tramp was a player.
But there was something she liked about both of them. Cash was funny, and he tried too hard. It was just all the more obvious that he wasn’t as cool as he tried t be; and there was something just charming about that. Xander was funny in the same way; he tried to pretend he wasn’t as smart as he was—but Tramp had gone looking for shirts in his closet and seen the chemistry set and notes one too many times to brush it off. In frustration, she sucked on the end of her cigarette, smoke billowing out of her nose while her dark brows knitted over her green brows. She was the face of concentration. She could always ask Rose what she should do. Rose was her guardian, and the only person that was actually related that she could stand. Yet, she was somewhat still intimidated by her older cousin and also didn’t want to stress her out when she could quite literally shit a kid at any second.
No, Tramp had to figure this one out on her own. Her shoes scraped the dirt while one arm wrapped around her fishnet covered legs. What to do, what to do?
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