<div class="floatleft">(http://teenchive.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emma-roberts-beautiful-skin-dark-hair.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Adelia Martinson aka Rush<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: July 7, 2016 5PM ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upstage New York, Somewhere on the open road<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark wash jeans, biker boots, black bike chaps, white tank top, colorful purple silk scarf around her neck, bike goggles.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Adelia sighed in contentment as she flew up the winding stretch of highway in New York on her bike. She had missed riding and since things had calmed down she found herself more able to 'escape' the school and get some riding time in. She had been in New York for about a month but she had enjoyed her short time at the school immensely. She had settled into her room that she was sharing with Amara quite nicely, although she seldom spent any time in it, well, at least not at night, she never slept so what was the point in bumbling around in it and keeping Amara awake? The whole mess with the freaking crazy fiery lady right after she had arrived had been a little nuts but she was now happy to say that, other than the constant threat of the fiery lady doing something evil, life was rather nice at the moment. The adjustment period had been a little long, being that she wasn't used to the whole place yet, but at night she could head to the lake and fish if she had nothing better to do or if she didn't feel like watching tv for hours on end, and the fishing at the lake was surprisingly good.<br/><br/>She had managed to even pack on a few pounds since she had arrived at the school and the same pair of jeans that was fitting her loosely when she arrived were now snug and her plentiful curves had decided to show themselves again. Having 24/7 access to a fully stocked pantry probably had a lot to do with that. The rest of her belonging had shown up in boxes via the mail and she now had her full range of sizes in her wardrobe, which was something she was thankful for.<br/><br/>Since it was summer her class load was relatively light so she spent a lot of time exploring the area around the school, which included the woods. She also spent a lot of time in the garage lusting after most of the vehicles that were in it. She had found her way to the stables as well and being around the horses helped a lot when she started to feel homesick, after all, she had more or less grown up on horseback, never had spent much time in an english saddle but she had since she showed up here. If she was stressed or couldn't think straight or felt like she was going to have a mental breakdown she would go to the stables and pitch in and start brushing down the horses or mucking out stalls, and often times she could be found sleeping in the haymow. It was one of the only places that she could get to sleep, and no one ever bothered her while she was there.<br/><br/>As she was contemplating her time spent at the school she smiled and headed towards the school, her bike tearing up the miles. When she reached the school she parked her bike in the garage, the empty spot in the garage becoming familiar to her and there was something about it that just brought calm to her. She shucked her chaps and left them draped over the seat of her bike and hung her goggles on the handlebars. It was good to be back. She walked back to the school and headed to the kitchen, it may have only been a few hours since she last ate but her metabolism was rather demanding.<br/><br/>Once in the kitchen she headed to the fridge and started to rifle around for food, and it looked like an egg salad sandwich was what was on the menu. She slapped on together and then took a seat at the island with her sandwich, a glass of milk, and most of a bag of tortilla chips with queso. Mmmm, she did love queso.