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Post by Trinity Luce Clarke on Aug 10, 2010 21:31:49 GMT -5
  It was her first day in Santa Monica. Trinity Clarke walked down the pier, slowly. The mass of people surrounded her, giving a similar feeling to that of the streets of London, busy and full of life. The differences, though, were a bit overwhelming. As nice as California was, it wasn't London. As nice as the vacation home was, it wasn't her home. Her father sent her here because he said she needed a break. The past year or two had been full of commissions, evening gowns, party dresses. They were all hand made, mostly hand sewed. Trin's designs were coming in demand, and it was becoming overwhelming for her, so much so, her father said that she was missing out on what a girl her age should be doing. So there she was, living in their vacation home right off of the beach. Trin had taken all morning unpacking every box, and now the house was a mess. Mannequins and clothes were everywhere, such a disheveled mess, Trin thought it would be a good time to explore her new city. The only problem, she didn't know where anything was. She found the pier, which wasn't a problem at all, since it was visible from her house. It seemed to be a nice place, and as good of a place to start as any. So she got dressed in the only thing what didn't smell like cardboard, a dark yellow dress, filled a paper cup full of espresso and headed out on the beach, sketch pad in tow. She didn't know if anyone would recognize her, not that she was famous, but she never really knew the kind of impact that she left in America... She used to do the same thing in London, when she had nothing to do, Trin would go to the park and people watch, looking for inspiration for another outfit or another dress. That was one thing that she found calming and a great way to pass the time. She also used to bring her sisters with her, and she would watch them play. Trin suddenly felt extremely homesick even though she had only left London two days before. She could imagine them now, Kiana and Bianca and Ennie helping Mother set the table for six, even though her father and her wouldn't be joining them, since she was half was around the world and her father worked all the time. Bianca and Ennie would just over who got to light the candles while Kiana would carefully inspect and change the place settings until they were all perfectly straight and perfect. Trin was so lost in thought, it was amazing that she was even walking straight. She lost her chain of memories when she suddenly felt her left arm jerk and drop her cup. She heard a small gasp and her right hand released her sketches. Trin didn't have time to look up, she immediately bent to the ground and started to fumble for her papers. When she did get a chance to look up, all she saw was a large brown stain on whoever was standing in front of her. "Oh, bloody--" Trin stopped herself by swearing. Trin tried her best to speak without an accent, but failed, she still sounded one hundred percent British "I am so, so sorry! On no, I cannot apologize enough, walking blindly as if I been on a bender all night. I am so sorry, you alright?" Tag: Totally open to anyone! Outfit: HEREWord Count: 500-ish Notes: Hope you like it!
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