For All Those Crazy Times .:OPEN:.

[EBONY ELLE HOLYCON]

Ebony tapped her pale fingers on the misted, clear glass, It's fogged features wetting her own fingers. She pushed back a strand of white hair that seemed to like and dance its way infront of her eyes. It was iratating no doubt, but she wasn't about to let all her anger out on a piece of measley hair. People would find her phsycotic. Like she wasn't already. A small petite girl wearing a green apron approached with a tablet in hand. Ebony sighed in contentment as the waitress turned and hurriedly walked away in the other direction. Ebie, mucth to here frustration, was now bored and angered and the lack of serice. She had ordered a while ago, and no one had showed up with a silver platter. It was down right bad service, and she was bound to spread nasty rumors around to bring down the buisness's reputation.
Her mind wandered, thinking back to her diaper days and childish ways. Why had she even come to this island anyway? There was nothing here for her to accomplish, nothing to conquer. It baffled her to no end as to why she was so drawn to the lovley clean beaches and baby blue waters. Ebony didn't muctch enjoy the sun, and it didn't fare well with her either. Casting its deathly rays upon her, everytime she was out long enough, she would be burnt to a crisp. She didn't really fancy swimming either, pool or beach, it just didn't suit her.

So why did the idea ever scamper across her mind? Coming to a place like this, that was meant for beach babes with perfectly tanned skin and surfer dudes who were almost as stiff as their boards. Not to mention all the vegitation that surrounded them, deep, green jungles with palm trees and bushes higher than Ebony herself. Maybe, just maybe, it was the fact life had grown rather dull at her old home. Maybe it was the fact she was about to go insane with the constant boredom that overtook her everytime she found herself curled up on the couch reading a romance novel.
Or perhaps she was just feeling crowded in the city, so many people and so many worries. It was suffocating. Out here it was peaceful and no one cares to put on some music and just sway a little. Women who wore coconut bra's and grass skirts while the men rocked out on their surf boards, or dared each other to dance on the hot coals. It was a crazy, relaxed feeling that had washed over her as soon as she stepped off the plane.

All her thoughts eruptly halted as the tiny excuse for a waitress handed her a basket filled with cresesnts. The warming scent that wrapped her nose in heaven lingered a moment before vanishing. She almost felt like crying out Don't go, please, come back. She picked up one of the delectable treats and pryed it open, taking her finger and sticking it in the butter, she coated its insides with swiftly melting, fattening yellow substance. She may get strong, fowl looks, but using her finger was much better than a butter knife once you get to stick it in your mouth and lick all the melted heaven off of it.