Post by marcela enyo carrick on Jan 13, 2009 20:23:47 GMT -5
Marcela walked quietly down the hall, not wanting to disturb anyone. Her normal methods of forcing herself to sleep really weren’t working and she desperately needed something to do. Somehow her mind had come up with swimming so she had slipped on her black bikini, jeans and a t-shirt. Now she stepped lightly as she went down the stairs and turned to the door which would lead her to the pool. She knew that it was entirely irrational to go for a midnight swim in this place particularly for a lone human but she was too hyped up to not do anything.
Marcela pushed open the door, shivering at the blast of cold air rushing in. Yet another reason she shouldn’t go swimming but… she was focused on that now. Marcela knew she wouldn’t get any rest whatsoever if she turned back now. Her large, thin t-shirt whipped around her slender frame causing Marci to frown, wrapping her arms around herself. Still, she padded across the grounds, smiling when she caught sight of the pool.
Marci walked around to the deep end of the pool, slowly peeling off her t-shirt and jeans along the way. The chilly air made goose bumps appear on her skin making her slightly giddy, for some reason Marci had always relished cold weather. Summer, while fun, was sweltering, oppressively claustrophobic almost. Her feet arched onto her toes and she raised her arms above her head. For a moment she remained there poised. For once her face was clear of the usual harried excitement, her eyes empty of the numbness that was always there but that she tried so desperately to hide. The scars on her stomach and arms seemed to glimmer in the silver light of the moon. Then, the moment was over and she sprang lightly upward, her body arching surprisingly gracefully into the inky water. Surfacing Marci realized it didn’t feel quite as cold in the water as it did outside. Smiling she swam a lap before returning to the deep end. She sighed happily looking out onto the grounds.
“Hmm, this is nice.”
Marcela pushed open the door, shivering at the blast of cold air rushing in. Yet another reason she shouldn’t go swimming but… she was focused on that now. Marcela knew she wouldn’t get any rest whatsoever if she turned back now. Her large, thin t-shirt whipped around her slender frame causing Marci to frown, wrapping her arms around herself. Still, she padded across the grounds, smiling when she caught sight of the pool.
Marci walked around to the deep end of the pool, slowly peeling off her t-shirt and jeans along the way. The chilly air made goose bumps appear on her skin making her slightly giddy, for some reason Marci had always relished cold weather. Summer, while fun, was sweltering, oppressively claustrophobic almost. Her feet arched onto her toes and she raised her arms above her head. For a moment she remained there poised. For once her face was clear of the usual harried excitement, her eyes empty of the numbness that was always there but that she tried so desperately to hide. The scars on her stomach and arms seemed to glimmer in the silver light of the moon. Then, the moment was over and she sprang lightly upward, her body arching surprisingly gracefully into the inky water. Surfacing Marci realized it didn’t feel quite as cold in the water as it did outside. Smiling she swam a lap before returning to the deep end. She sighed happily looking out onto the grounds.
“Hmm, this is nice.”