Post by ohophelia on Feb 23, 2018 18:02:37 GMT -5
Jem's reddish figure slumped upon the trunk, the lazy light of the afternoon seeping in through the windows. She was tired, having stayed up the previous night just to have a quiet moment with the moon only to chase Electra 'round the assemblage of pipes later in the blazing heart. Or at least, that's what it felt like to her - entirely too warm for winter. Sweet, doe-eyes flutter at the creak in the car; she turns on her side & huffs. " C'mon...." The creaking grows louder, incessant and she gives in, her body shooting up without fear of hitting her head on the roof - she's way too short anyways. " Hello? Who's there?"
