Post by Old Treecko on Sept 9, 2006 16:41:47 GMT -5
((Yes. Very original title. I couldn't think one up, sorry. Anyway, as far as anything goes, romance, violence, and anything else is great. Just keep in mind that not too much violence should occur, considering our RP Charaters are on vacation. Thank you.))
Ashleigh surveyed her surroundings. She was standing on a large rock that hung over a small beach filled with shells and gulls. All it was, really, was just a little sandy area surrounded by either rock, water, or forest. Ten people could probably fit on it and still have a good time. The waves made a relaxing sound as they washed up onto the sand, occasionaly washing up a starfish or a crab.
Behind Ashleigh was a cabin surrounded by forest. This log cabin was built to fit seven people, three in one room, four in the next, yet there were also sleeping bags and a pull-out couch in case others felt like coming. Behind the cabin itself was a vast forest, teeming with wild life. Most of the trees were beeches or oaks. A rabbit was poking his head out from behind a tree. He wiggled his nose happily. Ashleigh had never gone further than one mile into the forest. She felt that she never would.
Ashleigh was a tall sixteen-year-old who prided herself to be among the few of her large clique of girls owned her own private beach/beech (as she liked to call it) house. She had been saving her hard-earned allowance money for ten years (she had dreamed about something like this at six years old), throwing in any birthday or Christmas money that came her way. Her parents had asked her to put it in a college fund, but she had ignored them. It was her money, right? She had long, black hair that went down to her hips. She liked it either down or in a ponytail for when she was adventuring. She had dark brown eyes and always sported extremely tan skin.
"It should only be a while before the others come," she said happily. She had invited many of her friends to spend the whole summer in her new cottage, and all of them had agreed to go.
Ashleigh walked into the cabin, for she had just seen it today. She loved it as much as she loved her own family.
It had six rooms: a kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and some other furniture-less room that Ashleigh had refused to use. She had a strange feeling that it was not a good room when the cottage had been previously owned, and just thinking about it creeped her out.
Ashleigh surveyed her surroundings. She was standing on a large rock that hung over a small beach filled with shells and gulls. All it was, really, was just a little sandy area surrounded by either rock, water, or forest. Ten people could probably fit on it and still have a good time. The waves made a relaxing sound as they washed up onto the sand, occasionaly washing up a starfish or a crab.
Behind Ashleigh was a cabin surrounded by forest. This log cabin was built to fit seven people, three in one room, four in the next, yet there were also sleeping bags and a pull-out couch in case others felt like coming. Behind the cabin itself was a vast forest, teeming with wild life. Most of the trees were beeches or oaks. A rabbit was poking his head out from behind a tree. He wiggled his nose happily. Ashleigh had never gone further than one mile into the forest. She felt that she never would.
Ashleigh was a tall sixteen-year-old who prided herself to be among the few of her large clique of girls owned her own private beach/beech (as she liked to call it) house. She had been saving her hard-earned allowance money for ten years (she had dreamed about something like this at six years old), throwing in any birthday or Christmas money that came her way. Her parents had asked her to put it in a college fund, but she had ignored them. It was her money, right? She had long, black hair that went down to her hips. She liked it either down or in a ponytail for when she was adventuring. She had dark brown eyes and always sported extremely tan skin.
"It should only be a while before the others come," she said happily. She had invited many of her friends to spend the whole summer in her new cottage, and all of them had agreed to go.
Ashleigh walked into the cabin, for she had just seen it today. She loved it as much as she loved her own family.
It had six rooms: a kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and some other furniture-less room that Ashleigh had refused to use. She had a strange feeling that it was not a good room when the cottage had been previously owned, and just thinking about it creeped her out.