02-28-2006, 04:59 AM
Slipping back into the quite and comfort of her room, Chandi padded across the room to the small clock radio sitting on the nightstand she flipped it on and turned up the volume, the soft strains of Ella Fitzgeraldâs âAt Last.â Filled up the room. Swaying softly to the music as she discarded the towel that had become a makeshift dress she surveyed her closet relieved to find her designer clothing all nicely hung up and back in there rightful spot. âThank God.â Chandi feared she may have had some kind of mental breakdown over the lose of her clothing, but thankfully that wasnât going to happen now.
Haphazardly pulling out various articles of clothing and tossing them onto her bed, the petite woman unconsciously allowed her illusion to fall as she was in the confines of her hotel room. To her it was a blessing and a curse, for she couldnât leave it up forever yet it allowed her to move among the normal populace better. âSomeday.â She muttered, knowing that day would probably never come. But a girl could hope, so with that thought Chandi grabbed an armful of clothing and made her way towards the bathroom, she was after all in dire need of a good shower. So with the last strands of âAt lastâ filtering through her hotel room Chandi slipped into the shower leaving the door to her bathroom open so that she could still hear the music as she showered. With a tiny giggle Chandi almost felt like she was on vacation, despite the morningâs earlier happenings this little trip had been far more relaxing then most trips sheâd ever been on.
Fifteen minutes later Chandi was all showered up and ready to jump head first into this day, the radio was still playing though she couldnât recognize the song it had a catching beat and she began to sway to it as she riffled through the pile of clothing sheâd drug into the bathroom with her. Discarding anything that would make her appear like she was on a business trip, which in all actually was at the moment almost her entire wardrobe because of her previous jobâs requirements. So finally she found herself slipping into a nice floor sweeping chocolate colored bohemian skirt, which was only floor sweeping because Chandi was short. Pairing the skirt with a nice pink tank top and white mesh shrug, once she was dressed she slipped on a pair of white flip flop sandals and brought the human illusion back up. Allowing her hair to remain curly and kind of wild looking Chandi slipped a pair of oversized sun glasses on her head and riffled through the piles of bags she had around the closet trying desperately to locate her purse, which really couldnât be classified as a purse so much as a oversized shoulder bag.
Once she was all put together Chandi flopped down on her bed, turning the radio down and television on she began channel surfing while she waited for someone to give her a ring and let her know what was their next plan of action.
Haphazardly pulling out various articles of clothing and tossing them onto her bed, the petite woman unconsciously allowed her illusion to fall as she was in the confines of her hotel room. To her it was a blessing and a curse, for she couldnât leave it up forever yet it allowed her to move among the normal populace better. âSomeday.â She muttered, knowing that day would probably never come. But a girl could hope, so with that thought Chandi grabbed an armful of clothing and made her way towards the bathroom, she was after all in dire need of a good shower. So with the last strands of âAt lastâ filtering through her hotel room Chandi slipped into the shower leaving the door to her bathroom open so that she could still hear the music as she showered. With a tiny giggle Chandi almost felt like she was on vacation, despite the morningâs earlier happenings this little trip had been far more relaxing then most trips sheâd ever been on.
Fifteen minutes later Chandi was all showered up and ready to jump head first into this day, the radio was still playing though she couldnât recognize the song it had a catching beat and she began to sway to it as she riffled through the pile of clothing sheâd drug into the bathroom with her. Discarding anything that would make her appear like she was on a business trip, which in all actually was at the moment almost her entire wardrobe because of her previous jobâs requirements. So finally she found herself slipping into a nice floor sweeping chocolate colored bohemian skirt, which was only floor sweeping because Chandi was short. Pairing the skirt with a nice pink tank top and white mesh shrug, once she was dressed she slipped on a pair of white flip flop sandals and brought the human illusion back up. Allowing her hair to remain curly and kind of wild looking Chandi slipped a pair of oversized sun glasses on her head and riffled through the piles of bags she had around the closet trying desperately to locate her purse, which really couldnât be classified as a purse so much as a oversized shoulder bag.
Once she was all put together Chandi flopped down on her bed, turning the radio down and television on she began channel surfing while she waited for someone to give her a ring and let her know what was their next plan of action.
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