Caroline Forbes. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sugarandbite) wrote2012-02-03 12:53 am
sugarandbite) wrote2012-02-03 12:53 am
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Every now and then Caroline liked to take things easy. Don't get her wrong; she absolutely loved having a sense of purpose. The fact that she could have a schedule and map out her day the night before was kind of nice given that she was now an island. People complained about not having much to do, but she was certain that some of that was lack of effort. If they wanted to drift, then that was their right. She just couldn't be one of those people.
Right now there was a lull in her schedule, a gap that was much needed and gave her the time to just relax. There were no less than six different things that she could think to do that she wasn't doing, but she was putting it off. Nothing was too pressing. She would be fine.
Legs folded as she sat on the trampoline, she casually flipped through one of the stack of magazines that she'd brought with her, piled in her arms with a bag of cookies resting on top. There was the risk that someone was going to come along and actually want to jump on the trampoline. It made sense. That was what trampolines were for. But until that time came, she was going to use it as a sort of sunny, make shift couch. When she finished the magazines or got bored, she would switch to jumping but that hadn't happened yet.
Whistling 'Time Warp' as she flipped through a magazine, she sighed and dropped it onto the growing pile on the ground. Giving a quick look around, she beamed at the sight of Jenny, waving enthusiastically. "Jenny! Hey!" she beckoned. "Come here."
Right now there was a lull in her schedule, a gap that was much needed and gave her the time to just relax. There were no less than six different things that she could think to do that she wasn't doing, but she was putting it off. Nothing was too pressing. She would be fine.
Legs folded as she sat on the trampoline, she casually flipped through one of the stack of magazines that she'd brought with her, piled in her arms with a bag of cookies resting on top. There was the risk that someone was going to come along and actually want to jump on the trampoline. It made sense. That was what trampolines were for. But until that time came, she was going to use it as a sort of sunny, make shift couch. When she finished the magazines or got bored, she would switch to jumping but that hadn't happened yet.
Whistling 'Time Warp' as she flipped through a magazine, she sighed and dropped it onto the growing pile on the ground. Giving a quick look around, she beamed at the sight of Jenny, waving enthusiastically. "Jenny! Hey!" she beckoned. "Come here."