Post by AVA VICTORIA BRIDGEHOUSE on Mar 2, 2011 11:08:07 GMT -5
why is everyone so serious
ACTING SO GOD DAMN MYSTERIOUS
The time was 11.35am, or so it read on Ava's phone. At this time she was usually tucked away in her 'study' at her home working on some article that needed urgently finishing, or researching on the web. Ava had been doing this some half hour ago but with a headache building in the back of her eyes and her need for a coffee growing as each minute ticked by she had shut her laptop and headed for the door. The weather was slowly warming as spring approached, so walks out weren't as miserable as what once was.
Grabbing her trench style coat, she had wrapped herself up sensibly with a matching hat, scarf and glove set and swung her bag over her forearm and had headed out towards the town centre. One of those for doing what she wanted at the time she decided she had made her way to the local coffee shop and picked up a hot latte on the way to park. It had become a regular place for her to sit brain storming or just escape busy town life.
Upon entering the park her mind begun to wonder, remembering things she had yet to do and her mind brainstorming on ideas for her upcoming novel she still hadn't started, and had been doing for the last six months. The air was damp, and it caused her to sniff gently, her nose becoming slightly flushed in the cold air. After taking a sip of her still hot latte cupped between both her hands for warmth her breath was visible escaping her lips in the air infront of her face. Her gentle looking eyes looking down at her feet, lost in thought.
Despite the fact she had been here about a month now, she barely knew anyone but that wasn't something that bothered Ava. She had just returned from traveling and after spending eighteen months traveling from place to place all over the world one began to get used to their own company, and being comfortable at being a stranger in a new environment. But friends were nice, it'd be nice to have someone to have a glass of wine with while gossiping over the latest TV dramas, or someone to go for a ride with. Stating that, she didn't even have a horse.
The gentle looking woman was lost in thought, and quite obvious to anyone around her she wasn't looking where she was going. Her eyes focused on the ground, lost in a land a million miles away her hands still gripping her cardboard cup she walked along the damp concrete path and until without warning her body began to make contact with something. As embarrassing as it would be to bump into someone, something she sometimes did lost in that creative mind of hers, it'd be even worse and much more embarrassing to actually have walked into a solid feature. Gentle eyes racing up, she took a sudden breath in shock, fingers loosing grip on her coffee. Ooooops. Practically probably the only thought quick enough to enter her mind, and the only thing with chance to.
