Post by Madame Rose on Dec 14, 2011 17:04:20 GMT -6
The woman emerged from the back of her van, her hair tied back under a red bandana, wearing baggy red pants and a tight-fitting dark red sleeveless top, and her feet were bare. She smiled as she surveyed the open field, it looked even better in the light of a new day then it had last night. The walkie-talkie reappeared in her hand, “Rise and shine dears. Time to be up and about. You know the drill. Tent goes up, so do stands, all up before sunset. Let’s move.” Her voice had a strange accent that no one could place to save their lives and lilted like a nightingale’s song.