Post by Vianne on Jan 12, 2013 21:08:58 GMT -5
The bike crests the hill and the girl is blissfully happy as she coasts quickly down. Bored with goofing off alone and building blanket forts, Vianne had decided to head to the waterfront. She had packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, which is now nestled in a little plastic baggy stuffed in the front pocket of her brown jacket. She could drink from a water fountain, so the redhead hadn't bothered with grabbing a plastic bottle to fill.
Few things make the lonely girl happy nowadays, but biking is one of them, especially alongside the beautiful waterfront. Often, the pup of a werewolf is left to her own devices, since everybody's busy and they all know better than to involve Vianne in politics. She's fairly good at finding ways to entertain herself, however. If only she had a violin, the wisp of a girl would grace this dingy city with some good old fashioned bluegrass tunes. Oh well, a heart could wish for some soul music. Here in Boston, she hadn't heard a whole lot of pretty tunes, but then again, she seriously doesn't get out much.
Pedaling fairly fast down the sidewalk and humming a song, Vianne is pleasantly content. Her red hair is tied back in a messy half-pony tail. Shorter strands would have framed her face, had they not been flying around behind as she rode. It's not too chilly today, given her warmer clothes (brown jacket, jeans, and a thick green sweater), not even with the breeze in her face. Yup, it's pretty nice out, and a great day for a little picnic by the water fountain! That is, until a stupid suicidal squirrel decides to wreck her day, quite literally.
The little bugger darts out from under a decorative bush a mere foot from her front wheel. Oh no, not a squirrel! What the hay was a squirrel doing in the little decorative greenery squares anyway?! Vianne panics and wrenches the handlebars hard to the left. "CRAP!" The ginger scrambles and tries desperately to save herself, but she knows she's going down. The girl is all knees and elbows, flailing as she falls. The rusty bike angles to the right and ends up straight on top of Vianne. The scrawny redhead hits the ground hard, ripping a hole in the right knee of her jeans and banging her right elbow on the pavement. Her legs are all tangled up in the old thing. Handlebars dig into her gut, jabbing something. The thick jacket saves her bruising elbow from scrapes, but her knee takes the brunt of the fall. Dang it, she's bleeding. Crap, she hates blood! And pain. …And embarrassment, because anybody could have seen this lanky girl splatter on the ground.
Fists clench and she grits her teeth, "Shh-eeooot!" To finish, the wolf simply growls out an "Ow…" and plants a pained grimace on her thin lips. Wincing as she fumbles on the ground with the clumsy bike, liquid pools in her eyes, but tears are blinked away before they have the chance to fall. So much for her usual grace… In such a public place, the embarrassment hurts more than the battered kneecap and bruising funny bone.
She feels the growls caught in her throat and a pained animal is never fun to mess with. More or less, the wolf spurs the normally quiet girl on. Narrowed eyes search for the stupid squirrel that had gone and tried to cripple her. The durn critter had since scurried up a nearby tree, unscathed, and sat watching. She thinks it's laughing at her. Seething blue eyes glare at the little twerp. She pouts at him as she tries to free herself from the clutches of a downed bike, "That's right you'd better get on up that tree, ya freaking' Hooligan. Next time, I ain't gonna swerve and you'll be nothing but a grease spot on the ground! I see your fluffy butt again, you're mine." Her southern accent comes out full in bloom. Seems like she has also found an archenemies and named him Hooligan. Even so, the sweet girl knows she'll end up swerving every single time. Her threats never hold any substance, but a puppy can bark… And quite loudly too, like the little scrappy yappy thing she is.
As she ends her rant, she points a finger and narrows her eyes while pursing her lips. The scrawny ginger girl thinks she's oh-so threatening and scary, when really, she feels like falling apart right here on the walkway. Redirecting her embarrassment into anger might help a little, so she had gone that route and now hopes for the best. Lifting a stubborn chin and her pointed freckled nose to the sky, she sniffs pointedly at the vermin like she's won. Squirrel, I'mma tell you… Yup, she had blessed it out as only Vianne could.
She's left trying to untangle herself from the bike, bleeding, and getting to her feet. Durn, that knee hurt. A spot in her gut twinged with the movement. Bikes are terribly awkward things to get out of, especially with people watching. Curse them all for staring… But mostly that freakin' Hooligan.
I dunno how she has a bike but she does because I say so
idk, either she had a job for a while and bought one, got one out of the dumpster and fixed it, or begged someone with the puppy dog face like maaaaal idk. Also this made me google "are there squirrels in Boston" because what vermin do they have up north in cities? and I got this beauty
Few things make the lonely girl happy nowadays, but biking is one of them, especially alongside the beautiful waterfront. Often, the pup of a werewolf is left to her own devices, since everybody's busy and they all know better than to involve Vianne in politics. She's fairly good at finding ways to entertain herself, however. If only she had a violin, the wisp of a girl would grace this dingy city with some good old fashioned bluegrass tunes. Oh well, a heart could wish for some soul music. Here in Boston, she hadn't heard a whole lot of pretty tunes, but then again, she seriously doesn't get out much.
Pedaling fairly fast down the sidewalk and humming a song, Vianne is pleasantly content. Her red hair is tied back in a messy half-pony tail. Shorter strands would have framed her face, had they not been flying around behind as she rode. It's not too chilly today, given her warmer clothes (brown jacket, jeans, and a thick green sweater), not even with the breeze in her face. Yup, it's pretty nice out, and a great day for a little picnic by the water fountain! That is, until a stupid suicidal squirrel decides to wreck her day, quite literally.
The little bugger darts out from under a decorative bush a mere foot from her front wheel. Oh no, not a squirrel! What the hay was a squirrel doing in the little decorative greenery squares anyway?! Vianne panics and wrenches the handlebars hard to the left. "CRAP!" The ginger scrambles and tries desperately to save herself, but she knows she's going down. The girl is all knees and elbows, flailing as she falls. The rusty bike angles to the right and ends up straight on top of Vianne. The scrawny redhead hits the ground hard, ripping a hole in the right knee of her jeans and banging her right elbow on the pavement. Her legs are all tangled up in the old thing. Handlebars dig into her gut, jabbing something. The thick jacket saves her bruising elbow from scrapes, but her knee takes the brunt of the fall. Dang it, she's bleeding. Crap, she hates blood! And pain. …And embarrassment, because anybody could have seen this lanky girl splatter on the ground.
Fists clench and she grits her teeth, "Shh-eeooot!" To finish, the wolf simply growls out an "Ow…" and plants a pained grimace on her thin lips. Wincing as she fumbles on the ground with the clumsy bike, liquid pools in her eyes, but tears are blinked away before they have the chance to fall. So much for her usual grace… In such a public place, the embarrassment hurts more than the battered kneecap and bruising funny bone.
She feels the growls caught in her throat and a pained animal is never fun to mess with. More or less, the wolf spurs the normally quiet girl on. Narrowed eyes search for the stupid squirrel that had gone and tried to cripple her. The durn critter had since scurried up a nearby tree, unscathed, and sat watching. She thinks it's laughing at her. Seething blue eyes glare at the little twerp. She pouts at him as she tries to free herself from the clutches of a downed bike, "That's right you'd better get on up that tree, ya freaking' Hooligan. Next time, I ain't gonna swerve and you'll be nothing but a grease spot on the ground! I see your fluffy butt again, you're mine." Her southern accent comes out full in bloom. Seems like she has also found an archenemies and named him Hooligan. Even so, the sweet girl knows she'll end up swerving every single time. Her threats never hold any substance, but a puppy can bark… And quite loudly too, like the little scrappy yappy thing she is.
As she ends her rant, she points a finger and narrows her eyes while pursing her lips. The scrawny ginger girl thinks she's oh-so threatening and scary, when really, she feels like falling apart right here on the walkway. Redirecting her embarrassment into anger might help a little, so she had gone that route and now hopes for the best. Lifting a stubborn chin and her pointed freckled nose to the sky, she sniffs pointedly at the vermin like she's won. Squirrel, I'mma tell you… Yup, she had blessed it out as only Vianne could.
She's left trying to untangle herself from the bike, bleeding, and getting to her feet. Durn, that knee hurt. A spot in her gut twinged with the movement. Bikes are terribly awkward things to get out of, especially with people watching. Curse them all for staring… But mostly that freakin' Hooligan.
I dunno how she has a bike but she does because I say so
idk, either she had a job for a while and bought one, got one out of the dumpster and fixed it, or begged someone with the puppy dog face like maaaaal idk. Also this made me google "are there squirrels in Boston" because what vermin do they have up north in cities? and I got this beauty