Post by Kerstin Vought on Dec 31, 2006 18:34:27 GMT -5
Yeah. So it was cold as hell outside. Hmm, wasn’t that funny—cold as hell, figuring hell was really hot; the statement would make too much sense.
No matter the temperature, not minding the weather, little miss Vought waltz her way through Central Park, enjoying her evening alone. She had bundled herself up pretty damn well, seeing as she looked fatter than normal, but only slightly. On her torso were three, yes, three, shirts—all long sleeved. They were white and made of thin material, one a turtle neck and the others hanging low on her chest. A jacket wrapped over the shirts, making Kerstin feel content with her body temperature, even if she cold still feel the piercing cold temperature when the wind decided to stir.
Trailing down her body a ways, on her legs, Kerstin sported a pair of tight blue jeans, hugging her small legs warmly.
To protect her toes from the cold, packed, white snow—a pair of knee-high black, leather boots.
The trip to the park was a decision on her own. Cameron had a couple of old time buddies over for the night, and Kerstin didn’t want to busy herself in their mess. Besides, she could breath out here, and now, the house seemed way cramped and stuffed.
