Post by Lydia Eluna on Mar 15, 2009 0:14:03 GMT -5
Lydia was a young writer and already a popular one at that. She had moved from America trying to escape a writers block and Ireland seemed the perfect place to inspire her new book. Of course the three months she had been living here now had turned her up on her head. She had fallen in love with a man who had now vanished and left her alone, something that really showed through into her writing.
Typing on her laptop she sat at a table by herself with a view out the window. Her cup of coffee sitting next to the black laptop. The dark liquid inside rippled as her fingers danced wildly across the keyboard and her glasses sat at the end of her nose. She was a beautiful young woman, long black hair was put up in a bun for the time, sharp beautiful feminine features and pale skin made her stand out of the crowd.
Her brown eyes remained focused on the screen as she read over what she had just typed in. She lightly adjusted her black shirt and tight fitting dark blue jean pants. Americans and their labels, even in Ireland she could not escaped brand named clothing, she was not one to care about that sort of thing, but it was to keep her public appearance looking good. She loathed when fans came up to her and she looked like she had been hit by a homeless man trying to throw his clothes away on someone. In all honesty it had happened to her once before in California.
Glancing up at a man getting his cup of tea she smiled. He was a newcomer like her, Brit in fact and rather dashing but she had better things to do, like hide from people who recognized her and read her books obsessively. As she continued to work on her book she stopped pausing for a long time and then leaned over feeling a little dizzy and almost sick. Putting a hand over her mouth she retched looking a little pale. It seemed to happen so quickly that she didn't think much about it other then that fact that whatever she had eaten yesterday seemed to really hate her.
Typing on her laptop she sat at a table by herself with a view out the window. Her cup of coffee sitting next to the black laptop. The dark liquid inside rippled as her fingers danced wildly across the keyboard and her glasses sat at the end of her nose. She was a beautiful young woman, long black hair was put up in a bun for the time, sharp beautiful feminine features and pale skin made her stand out of the crowd.
Her brown eyes remained focused on the screen as she read over what she had just typed in. She lightly adjusted her black shirt and tight fitting dark blue jean pants. Americans and their labels, even in Ireland she could not escaped brand named clothing, she was not one to care about that sort of thing, but it was to keep her public appearance looking good. She loathed when fans came up to her and she looked like she had been hit by a homeless man trying to throw his clothes away on someone. In all honesty it had happened to her once before in California.
Glancing up at a man getting his cup of tea she smiled. He was a newcomer like her, Brit in fact and rather dashing but she had better things to do, like hide from people who recognized her and read her books obsessively. As she continued to work on her book she stopped pausing for a long time and then leaned over feeling a little dizzy and almost sick. Putting a hand over her mouth she retched looking a little pale. It seemed to happen so quickly that she didn't think much about it other then that fact that whatever she had eaten yesterday seemed to really hate her.
