Post by ARCADIA PENN MCCARTHY on Jun 28, 2011 1:18:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/5jxidk.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Prepared with only a blanket and a bottle of bubbles Arcadia McCarthy was set for the day. She had already made a few wreaths of flowers and wild weeds and had one resting atopher head, flowers woven into it. The girl breathed deeply, taking in her surroundings. How she had arrived in a random field she hadn't a clue but she knew she liked it. The sun came down just soft enough that it warmed her peach skin but it wasn't beaming down, harshly, as to burn it. The fair skinned female had herself set beneath the shady umbrella of a tree and her back sat propped against its supporting trunk. She dipped the circle ended wand back into the soapy concoction and forme dher lips in the shape of an "o" and breathe doutward watching as the wind caught the undersides of her bubbles and lifted them away, bringing them away from her. She grinned, repeating the cycle. When she began to get bored she spotted a detail about this particular tree that made her smile. It held juicy ripe oranges and to resist the temptation was too much. She stood up and placed her foot, now bare due to her previous shedding of her heels, onto a curvacious section of the tree and pulled her way up using the limbs of branches and tree knots. Once sitting atop a thick branch she grinned, satisfied with her progress as she stood, placing both hands out to either side as if she were a tight-rope walking circus performer. She remained balanced and walked lightly on her feet down the branch to snag a fruit from the branches even higher up. The oranges were just out of her reach, and standing farther up could result in injury. The female clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, "Well shucks." She muttered. "I WILL get that orange." The branche felt a bit wobbly beneath her feet so she crouched and returned to her backside on the branch to give herself a moment to regroup before going for a second attempt at reaching the spherical treat.She placed her hands infront of her, walking her back legs to straightness and stood, using another branch to help her get to her feet. She inched out onto the branch only a bit more and tried stretching out onto her tip-toes to reach. "Gosh. I am NOT Eve, and this is NOT the forbidden fruit tree." She closed her eyes, took a breath and adjusted her footing, she opened her eyes, cracked her knuckles and made a leap for the branch catching it with both hands, causing it to sway a bit. The oranges fell from their hold on the stems to the ground below. OUTFIT CLICK |
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