Ariannaemdrunsfromdog4
From Create Your Own Story
You do not want to take your chances with a set of snapping teeth. You know the butterfly is here, and maybe the dog would be distracted enough to leave you alone for a while. You leap up to sprint, and hear the dog give a single bark and leap toward you as you run. You hear no snapping, nor any sort of resistance from any sort of teeth behind you, though still you run move as fast as you can.
The bushes push against you, as you knew they would, and you hold the net in front of you to try and break a path. The shrubbery lashes against your skin in sharp stings, but you break from the bushes within moments of the forest line beside the garden. You hear behind you someone calling for their dog.
The dog is not behind you, and you breath easy, holding your knees. You then see what your spring has done to yourself. There are small red lines across your skin from the thorns of the bushes that had caught your dress earlier. Your hat is beside the bushes, but before you reach back to grab it, you see a hint of your own attire. The sundress had caught numerous times in the bushes, but all your focus on the eventual snap of the dog behind you distracted you from the tear along the right side hem of the sundress, caught somewhere along the stray threads and torn all the way up to the armpit. The two tied straps have come loose in the commotion. You hold the side of the sundress, the thin fabric already swaying in the slight hot breeze, and try to keep it together. As you do, the shoulder motion allows the broken straps to slip slightly lower on your left side, now dipping enough to show the beginnings of squished cleavage. It is a sight only for you, you begin to think, before you look up and see a man staring, his dog returned to his side, from the other side of the bushes. They are tall enough he likely does not see your exposed slip from there, though he was clearly looking at the stranger state of your straps.
You do not particularly enjoy dealing with staring men, nor do you feel like displaying your dress' issue. Your butterfly's location now not compromised, you want to retrieve your hat and return to the bushes to watch. A sight away from the creep. All this aside, a good part of you recognizes the state of your dress causing you to want to change at home, the fact the park would likely only get busier, and already how your luck as been. Still... It would be nice to actually catch that monarch before walking home.
| Status | ||
| Wearing | Beige sundress with left strap broken and right side torn completely open to armpit, white slip with left strap broken, cotton panties, boots | |
| Mood | Creeped out, very slightly distressed | |
| Inventory | Bag of boxes and pins, water bottle, butterfly catching net | |
