Post by ARTEMIS LEILA WENDELL on May 23, 2011 19:33:50 GMT -5
[/b]every little step i take
leads me closer to you
It was sunny. Well, it was California, so that was pretty much a given, but what Artemis really meant by the half formed thought was ‘ouch, the sun is blinding me, why is it trying to wake me up this early?’. Through squinted eyelids, Artemis looked at her alarm clock, the green digits blurring initially, sharpening little by little as she blinked at the numbers. Finally, they came into focus, and the twenty three year old brunette groaned aloud as the meaning of the numbers seeped into her sleep-fogged brain. Nine forty seven. She had only arrived home from work five hours previously, but her body clock was telling her to get up. Or a malevolent Mother Nature. Either way, Artemis wasn’t one to go back to sleep once she had awoken, much as she may have liked to, and so she rolled out of bed and padded to her bathroom, wincing as she kicked an abandoned shoe along the way.
The shower was refreshing, and woke Artemis up into a better functioning state. The water swirling down the drain also gave her an idea of what she could do on her first day off. The beach wasn’t far from her apartment. In fact, if she really tried, she sometimes thought she could smell the ocean if she hung out of her lounge window. Really far out. It may have been just imagination, but it made her feel better. She was going to go swimming, surfing, and sunbathing. The three S’s that would make her day. Oh, and she’d probably have ice cream too. And fit some reading in. But mainly just surfing and swimming.
Artemis grinned as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a warm fluffy towel around herself. She was the kind of woman that liked to have a plan all of the time. She might not tell people what it was, and it might not make sense to them when she did it, but as long as she followed her own mental processes, that was just fine. No-one else needed to know how her brain operated. That was entirely her prerogative, and her domain, and it was going to stay that way. Having a plan meant that everything she did had purpose. Having been in the Army, it was a pretty ingrained trait, but she didn’t mind it. In fact, she rarely even noticed that she was doing it any more.
She dressed quickly, and without much thought to what she was actually putting on. The bikini was premeditated, but she couldn’t just wander around in that, could she? Well, she could, but then she’d be accused of being things she wasn’t, and she didn’t want that to happen so soon into her stay in Casper. Over the top of her blue and white patterned bikini, she donned a pair of distressed denim shorts and a white tank top, and slipped her feet into her favourite (and very worn) pair of flip flops. It probably wasn’t the best of her ideas, driving an SUV in flip flops, but at least there weren’t any mines to avoid or troops of people soldiers shooting at her. Any more. She gathered all of the necessary provisions, and ten minutes later, just after eleven o’clock in the morning, when the sun was reaching its apex, Artemis pulled into the parking lot near the beach. Her surfboard was the first to come out, then her towel. Nothing else really mattered, so she locked it all in the car, grateful for the tinted windows.
She had been in Casper less than a week, and yet she had no problem leaving her belongings unattended. Granted, it was all pretty cheap and could be replaced, but it was the principle of the thing, the complete disregard for her property and trust in people she didn’t know that marked her out. In just a bikini, Artemis was showing more skin than she ever usually would, but it was for a good cause. Surfing. Her skin was tanned, and she was toned, although not as much as she would have liked (but isn’t that always the case?) and her hair bounced in shining brunette curls around her shoulders as she ran with her board towards the water.
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