MsBloom
Moonchild
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2020
- Location
- Northern Europe
It was 10:45 and more than two days since she had hugged her mother and two years younger sister Ellie goodbye at the Greyhound station on King Street in Seattle when Molly Bloom stepped off the bus at Trenton Transit Center. Two days with only a few quick opportunities to do a quick wash up in various restrooms, once in Pittsburgh, where she had also restocked on food and drink and changed her panties, and once in Harrisburg, but not having had any opportunities at all to change the rest of her clothes (baggy black jeans, an emerald green long-sleeved t-shirt with a print of Frida Kahlo's Self-Portrait with Cropped Hair, and dark grey lace up ankle boots) she was feeling both sweaty, dirty and dead tired. Two days of travel and she was back in Trenton where she had grown up until her parents moved away because of her father's job when she was eleven. She was dragging her hard shell suitcase behind her with her duffel bag slung over her shoulders looking for two things, a toilet and somewhere she could get a cup of coffee and something to eat before catching a bus to Princeton where she hoped to find an advertisement for an affordable room. If not then she'd head back to Trenton and find a cheap B&B. Her mother had suggested she should have arranged for a room on campus but Molly had insisted that since Trenton was less than an hour away by bus she wanted to live in her old home town and that was that.
Having found the restrooms and done her business and changed her underwear once more she stood in front of the mirror and let her long red hair down from the loose bun she had had it in for the last two days. It wasn't the best look for her but it was practical when travelling, especially when you had no opportunities to wash it or even just rinse it. She ran her fingers through it a few times and after having smelled the ends concluded that it did indeed need a good lather and rinse. It felt oily and smelled of day old sweat. Well that would just have to wait until she had a room and access to a shower. She had literally been dreaming of a long hot shower the night before. She sighed and put her hair back up in a bun and went in search of food and coffee.
There was a McDonalds' and a Dunkin' Donuts at the station but she was not in the mood for junk food and besides the coffee was subpar at both places. There was nothing for it but to look for at least a Starbucks or preferably a non-franchise café but first she headed towards the row of storage boxes to put away her luggage until it was time to continue to Princeton. It was then she caught a glimpse of a rather fit, chesty woman about her own age with long dark brown hair and a baseball hat turned backwards getting off a bus that had just arrived. There was something very familiar about the woman that Molly couldn't immediately put her finger on but she stopped and with her head slightly tilted to the side she stood there for a few moments following the woman with her eyes as discreetly as she could trying to figure out whether or not it was someone she actually knew or maybe just a stranger who looked like someone she knew. If you added quite a few pounds and reduced the breasts by about eight years of growth it could perhaps have been Angela, her best friend from before the move. Could it be? Could it really be that the first person that caught her eye back in Trenton would be the only real friend she had had from Kindergarten all through school until she had had to move almost as far as it was possible from the town she had grown up in? Subtly and casually she raised her left hand in an exploratory greeting but prepared to use it to straighten her eyebrows should it turn out that it wasn't Angela.
Having found the restrooms and done her business and changed her underwear once more she stood in front of the mirror and let her long red hair down from the loose bun she had had it in for the last two days. It wasn't the best look for her but it was practical when travelling, especially when you had no opportunities to wash it or even just rinse it. She ran her fingers through it a few times and after having smelled the ends concluded that it did indeed need a good lather and rinse. It felt oily and smelled of day old sweat. Well that would just have to wait until she had a room and access to a shower. She had literally been dreaming of a long hot shower the night before. She sighed and put her hair back up in a bun and went in search of food and coffee.
There was a McDonalds' and a Dunkin' Donuts at the station but she was not in the mood for junk food and besides the coffee was subpar at both places. There was nothing for it but to look for at least a Starbucks or preferably a non-franchise café but first she headed towards the row of storage boxes to put away her luggage until it was time to continue to Princeton. It was then she caught a glimpse of a rather fit, chesty woman about her own age with long dark brown hair and a baseball hat turned backwards getting off a bus that had just arrived. There was something very familiar about the woman that Molly couldn't immediately put her finger on but she stopped and with her head slightly tilted to the side she stood there for a few moments following the woman with her eyes as discreetly as she could trying to figure out whether or not it was someone she actually knew or maybe just a stranger who looked like someone she knew. If you added quite a few pounds and reduced the breasts by about eight years of growth it could perhaps have been Angela, her best friend from before the move. Could it be? Could it really be that the first person that caught her eye back in Trenton would be the only real friend she had had from Kindergarten all through school until she had had to move almost as far as it was possible from the town she had grown up in? Subtly and casually she raised her left hand in an exploratory greeting but prepared to use it to straighten her eyebrows should it turn out that it wasn't Angela.