Post by Ashley Rachael Coy on Jun 4, 2012 19:36:45 GMT -5
Ashley slipped her hand into the new, white clutch bag. She absolutely loved that feeling of getting a new clutch bag, and slipping your freshly manicured hand into that new clutch, and taking out your new Gushing Girly Grape lipgloss, and applying the new Gushing Girly Grape lipgloss onto your full, pink lips. The best feeling E-V-E-R! And Ashley got to experience this firsthand, as it was happening to her right now. She was sitting cross-legged in the strawberry fields, rocking a hippie look, which she had picked out specifically for that day.
She was wearing a pretty white shirt with puffed sleeves that revealed part of her stomach. Dark-washed denim jeans complimented the puffy-sleeved shirt, as they were tucked into her Minnetonka fringe boots. Her hair was curled, and a chestnut-colored leather headband circled her array of blonde locks. She was wearing pale blue eyeshadow, Gushing Girly Grape lipgloss - it wasn't purple, but clear, just in case you were wondering - and skin-colored blush. Always skin colored blush. Her white clutch was 100% new, and wasn't very hippie-ish, but Ashley had refused to leave her cabin without it.
At the moment, Ashley was trying to play a satyr's reedpipes. Rock - one of the satyrs (and yes, I know that his name is ridiculous) - had let her try it out. She was playing some pipe version of Nicki Minaj's "Starships". It was turning out O.K. You could definitely tell that it was Starships, so that was a start. She gave them back to Rock, "I really don't think that I was fit for reedpipes," she said truthfully. He nodded, wide-eyed, adding emphasis on the fact that Ashley's playing kind of sucked. His mock-scared face made Ashley giggle a bit.
The daughter of Aphrodite motioned for him to play something. He shrugged, and started playing Starships, except he did it right. He was undoubtedly good at playing, and even Maxine Darke or Seri Winchester could easily agree. Ashley started busting a Nicki Minaj.
"Let's go to the beach-each, let's go get away. They say, what they gonna say? Have a drink, clink, found a Bud Light. Bad -----, like me, is hard to come by. The patron on, let's go get it on. The zone-one, yes I'm in the zone. Is it two, three? Leave a good tip. Imma blow all my money and don't give a ----."
Though she doesn't seem like the type of person who would be very good at rapping, Ashley was actually good. She actually sounded like Nicki. Sort of. She still had her own Ashley flare, and had big gaps where all of the cursing was. Because Ashley didn't curse.
In the middle of the song, she swore in her mind that she smelled Mr. D drinking some cheapy wine, and she could have sworn that she could smell the perfume from the Aphrodite cabin wafting through the fields, but no one around her mentioned anything, so she shrugged the thought away and kept singing. Sometimes her nose tricked her.
It was a semi-warm day. Around sixty-three degrees fahrenheit. That's why Ashley was wearing jeans. And she didn't get hot that easily. She was naturally pretty cold, even if she did have a pretty good tan.
It was the type of day that Ashley liked.
She was wearing a pretty white shirt with puffed sleeves that revealed part of her stomach. Dark-washed denim jeans complimented the puffy-sleeved shirt, as they were tucked into her Minnetonka fringe boots. Her hair was curled, and a chestnut-colored leather headband circled her array of blonde locks. She was wearing pale blue eyeshadow, Gushing Girly Grape lipgloss - it wasn't purple, but clear, just in case you were wondering - and skin-colored blush. Always skin colored blush. Her white clutch was 100% new, and wasn't very hippie-ish, but Ashley had refused to leave her cabin without it.
At the moment, Ashley was trying to play a satyr's reedpipes. Rock - one of the satyrs (and yes, I know that his name is ridiculous) - had let her try it out. She was playing some pipe version of Nicki Minaj's "Starships". It was turning out O.K. You could definitely tell that it was Starships, so that was a start. She gave them back to Rock, "I really don't think that I was fit for reedpipes," she said truthfully. He nodded, wide-eyed, adding emphasis on the fact that Ashley's playing kind of sucked. His mock-scared face made Ashley giggle a bit.
The daughter of Aphrodite motioned for him to play something. He shrugged, and started playing Starships, except he did it right. He was undoubtedly good at playing, and even Maxine Darke or Seri Winchester could easily agree. Ashley started busting a Nicki Minaj.
"Let's go to the beach-each, let's go get away. They say, what they gonna say? Have a drink, clink, found a Bud Light. Bad -----, like me, is hard to come by. The patron on, let's go get it on. The zone-one, yes I'm in the zone. Is it two, three? Leave a good tip. Imma blow all my money and don't give a ----."
Though she doesn't seem like the type of person who would be very good at rapping, Ashley was actually good. She actually sounded like Nicki. Sort of. She still had her own Ashley flare, and had big gaps where all of the cursing was. Because Ashley didn't curse.
In the middle of the song, she swore in her mind that she smelled Mr. D drinking some cheapy wine, and she could have sworn that she could smell the perfume from the Aphrodite cabin wafting through the fields, but no one around her mentioned anything, so she shrugged the thought away and kept singing. Sometimes her nose tricked her.
It was a semi-warm day. Around sixty-three degrees fahrenheit. That's why Ashley was wearing jeans. And she didn't get hot that easily. She was naturally pretty cold, even if she did have a pretty good tan.
It was the type of day that Ashley liked.
