There were certain perks of having a semi-rich dad. One of them being the limo rentals on special occasions.
I mean, I wasn't doing this for the first impressions. Why would I? The chauffeur was mortal so he couldn't drive into camp. The only things that would see me would be the Nymphs, and would they even care about some girl arriving in a limo? Probably not. Nah, I was doing this because that meant I had gotten to sip champagne and check my Tumblr on my phone for the last half-hour in privacy from the outside world.
The limo was driving down a extremely bumping road (why was Camp Half-Blood in the middle of a forest anyways?) before slowing to a halt. The chauffeur rolled down the window separating him from me.
"Do you want me to assist you with you bags, Miss?" he asked.
"No it's okay, I've someone to help me." I shifted in my seat a winked at my satyr.
He rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Alright Dorothy let's go."
I had read Dorothy Must Die over winter break and absolutely loved it. Whenever I read, I also tend to fall head over heels for the villain. This was no except. Dorothy was one badass and I had loved the author's take on the classic Dorothy gingham dress, making it sexy, flirty, and jaw-dropping. I had totally wanted to try to recreate it. I had been impressed with my skills.
I was a wearing a tight gingham dress that went low enough to showoff my cleavage and had paired 2 inch high ruby-red heels that match the little red bow in my hair. And I was wearing ripped tights. I didn't know if that really went with the outfit, but Gods, I loved ripped tights.
I sauntered off with four of my bags while my satyr carried the other two. I marched through the camp border, into camp, heads turning, people whispering. I wanted to laugh. I was obviously going to attract everyone's attention, limo or not.
OOC; Sorry for the first person, I wasn't trying to do it in first person it just kinda...happened.
I mean, I wasn't doing this for the first impressions. Why would I? The chauffeur was mortal so he couldn't drive into camp. The only things that would see me would be the Nymphs, and would they even care about some girl arriving in a limo? Probably not. Nah, I was doing this because that meant I had gotten to sip champagne and check my Tumblr on my phone for the last half-hour in privacy from the outside world.
The limo was driving down a extremely bumping road (why was Camp Half-Blood in the middle of a forest anyways?) before slowing to a halt. The chauffeur rolled down the window separating him from me.
"Do you want me to assist you with you bags, Miss?" he asked.
"No it's okay, I've someone to help me." I shifted in my seat a winked at my satyr.
He rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Alright Dorothy let's go."
I had read Dorothy Must Die over winter break and absolutely loved it. Whenever I read, I also tend to fall head over heels for the villain. This was no except. Dorothy was one badass and I had loved the author's take on the classic Dorothy gingham dress, making it sexy, flirty, and jaw-dropping. I had totally wanted to try to recreate it. I had been impressed with my skills.
I was a wearing a tight gingham dress that went low enough to showoff my cleavage and had paired 2 inch high ruby-red heels that match the little red bow in my hair. And I was wearing ripped tights. I didn't know if that really went with the outfit, but Gods, I loved ripped tights.
I sauntered off with four of my bags while my satyr carried the other two. I marched through the camp border, into camp, heads turning, people whispering. I wanted to laugh. I was obviously going to attract everyone's attention, limo or not.
OOC; Sorry for the first person, I wasn't trying to do it in first person it just kinda...happened.