- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Romantasy, Romance, Action/Adventure, Fantasy, Science-Fiction, Modern, Historical Period
Iolani was in the supermarket, her one earbud in her ear. Robin Thicke was singing in her ear about love and kissing. She walked around the shop aimlessly, her mind drifting off as she tried to look for junk food. Junk food was her weakness. She had a fast metabolism, always losing the calories she munched on hungrily. She licked her glossed lips, as she grabbed chips, cookies, and even Princess themed fruit snacks. She sang along with Robin Thicke heavenly, and in a soft voice as she grabbed what she was looking for. Iolani loved to draw, it was something she was amazing at, as well as singing.
Why actually, in her mini-batman book bag she had a drawing pad, with the eyes of the man that has been sensually haunting her mind. God, he was gorgeous. As she walked around the supermarket, she kept looking around at every dark hair man. She only drew black and white pictures of him, not able to capture the color of the man that bewitched her mind and her artistic hands as she drew.
She was afraid to get any of the color wrong or way too right. She knew she might be crazy, looking around for a man in the New York City that looked exactly like the man in her drawings. She raked her hair, placing all of her things in a little basket, and she was on her way toward the spices. She wore short black overalls, and a bright blue t-shirt underneath, with bright blue sneakers on her feet as her bright gray eyes scanned the aisles as she looked for paprika.
Why actually, in her mini-batman book bag she had a drawing pad, with the eyes of the man that has been sensually haunting her mind. God, he was gorgeous. As she walked around the supermarket, she kept looking around at every dark hair man. She only drew black and white pictures of him, not able to capture the color of the man that bewitched her mind and her artistic hands as she drew.
She was afraid to get any of the color wrong or way too right. She knew she might be crazy, looking around for a man in the New York City that looked exactly like the man in her drawings. She raked her hair, placing all of her things in a little basket, and she was on her way toward the spices. She wore short black overalls, and a bright blue t-shirt underneath, with bright blue sneakers on her feet as her bright gray eyes scanned the aisles as she looked for paprika.