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concoursec2012-06-21 01:24 pm
thumbsize) wrote in concoursec2012-06-21 01:24 pm
Entry tags:
backdated like whoa whoa
Characters: Thumbelina & Cissie.
Location: Dollet. The beach.
Rating: ...dude, it's Thumbelina. Nothing PG-13.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: Thumbelina has never seen an ocean before, so this is her first time walking on sand and fishing shells from the surf, and Cissie shows her the ropes.
Thumbelina dips her toes into the warm granular deposits upon the "Beach". It feels good, between her toes and against the bottoms of her feet. It's also warm, so Thumbelina doesn't feel too bad about not bringing along some footwear. Besides, Dollet didn't really have too hot of a ground, and she'd been careful of where she stepped.
Her attire is for the beach--a two-piece, blue bikini with white dots and frill--and slung over one arm is a beach towel that she'd borrowed from gym class. In one hand she holds the handle to a bucket that is full of small pail, shovel, rake, and some funny cookie cutter that'd she'd been entranced by in the kitchen--she'll bring it back! Honest!--and white fish-net looking pouch.
The ocean is huge. Much bigger than the rivers Thumbelina had traversed when she was still tiny and everything else had been so big in comparison. The water that rolls in waves and licks the sands keeps Thumbelina's attention, until she remembers that she isn't alone.
Turning around, smiling, she waves to her companion.
"Is this the Beach you were talking about, Cissie?"
Location: Dollet. The beach.
Rating: ...dude, it's Thumbelina. Nothing PG-13.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: Thumbelina has never seen an ocean before, so this is her first time walking on sand and fishing shells from the surf, and Cissie shows her the ropes.
Thumbelina dips her toes into the warm granular deposits upon the "Beach". It feels good, between her toes and against the bottoms of her feet. It's also warm, so Thumbelina doesn't feel too bad about not bringing along some footwear. Besides, Dollet didn't really have too hot of a ground, and she'd been careful of where she stepped.
Her attire is for the beach--a two-piece, blue bikini with white dots and frill--and slung over one arm is a beach towel that she'd borrowed from gym class. In one hand she holds the handle to a bucket that is full of small pail, shovel, rake, and some funny cookie cutter that'd she'd been entranced by in the kitchen--she'll bring it back! Honest!--and white fish-net looking pouch.
The ocean is huge. Much bigger than the rivers Thumbelina had traversed when she was still tiny and everything else had been so big in comparison. The water that rolls in waves and licks the sands keeps Thumbelina's attention, until she remembers that she isn't alone.
Turning around, smiling, she waves to her companion.
"Is this the Beach you were talking about, Cissie?"