Post by Cordelia Chase on May 16, 2018 20:29:29 GMT -5
Squinting against the glare of a bright California sun, Cordelia fumbled around in her bag for her sunglasses. Things seemed awfully bright down here, the sun a powerful reminder that she wasn't at all accustomed to reality any more. Everything was just so intense; the smells, the heat, the bustling people that didn't seem to care when they bumped into her as they walked past. "Don't mind me, just standing here is all. Taking up space, all corporeal and what not" she murmured, closing her bag back and slipping the sunglasses on. Much better.
Having no real direction to go in, Cordelia set off down Sunset Boulevard, watching the shop windows and trying to avoid colliding into the people that passed her by. They just seemed to be everywhere, but they weren't the ones she wanted to see. Cordy had only been back a short time and had steadfastly avoided seeking out anyone who had meant anything to her. First, she needed to re-establish herself, find her calling... maybe get a job. Once that was done, then she'd be ready. Hopefully.
Pausing outside of a large glass display window Cordelia's eyes roamed the mannequins showing off the latest fashions. Some things at least never changed, she still wanted to own every single one of the outfits on display. "I knew A-line skirts would come back into fashion" she stated out loud, mostly just to feel like she was there with someone else. Her hand subconsciously rose to the glass, tracing little shapes as she stared at a low cut plum colored dress and she asked herself for the thousandth time why the Powers couldn't have sent her back with a wad of cash.
What good was being an agent of a higher power without a little spending money after-all?
Having no real direction to go in, Cordelia set off down Sunset Boulevard, watching the shop windows and trying to avoid colliding into the people that passed her by. They just seemed to be everywhere, but they weren't the ones she wanted to see. Cordy had only been back a short time and had steadfastly avoided seeking out anyone who had meant anything to her. First, she needed to re-establish herself, find her calling... maybe get a job. Once that was done, then she'd be ready. Hopefully.
Pausing outside of a large glass display window Cordelia's eyes roamed the mannequins showing off the latest fashions. Some things at least never changed, she still wanted to own every single one of the outfits on display. "I knew A-line skirts would come back into fashion" she stated out loud, mostly just to feel like she was there with someone else. Her hand subconsciously rose to the glass, tracing little shapes as she stared at a low cut plum colored dress and she asked herself for the thousandth time why the Powers couldn't have sent her back with a wad of cash.
What good was being an agent of a higher power without a little spending money after-all?