Post by Carmen Liddell on Aug 18, 2009 13:57:57 GMT
outfit
Carmen did not play sports, but that did not stop her from being in the sports hall. Nothing, really, stopped Carmen from entering strange places that either she was not allowed to be in or made no sense for her to inhabit, so no one should have been too surprised. No one should have been surprised about her current outfit, either. It was neither practical for sports or inconspicuous, both of which would have probably been a good idea when sneaking around in a sports building.
Somehow, however, she'd managed to forego her cigarettes, which was just as well since she didn't really think that the sporty types would appreciate her nicotine addiction. She didn't even really appreciate it, but that was neither here nor there and the location of her cigarettes was not really important to the task at hand: locate an attractive boy and break his heart.
Sure, that might have been a bit heartless and even Carmen would have been able to see where people were coming from, but from where she was sitting, all attractive boys needed to have their egos shot a bit, especially the jocks. And especially anyone that had ever made fun of a particular chubby person, whether to her face or not, deserved to be crushed beneath the soles of her shockingly pink sandals.
She was not, as of yet, prepared to venture fully into the sports hall yet. It would take the perfect moment, the perfect time between things, and that perfect moment was just not this one. So she was standing outside, in an alcove, peering into the window. If anyone was good at hiding, it was, without a doubt, Carmen Liddell. Oh yeah.