{Daisy} Game, Set, Magazines

[Peach Lashbrook]

Peach walks taps the gate lightly with her hand, pushing it open. She walks onto the field, hips sashaying from side to side in her little tennis skirt, as well as her pink racket swaying lazily with the movement of her arm. She's joined the tennis league with Daisy. As much as she figured that she'd win anyway, she thinks that a little bit of practice could do them good. Just a little one on one. Plus, she hasn't seen her cousin in what seems like forever. They moved to this island together -- you think they'd spend more time together.

Setting her racket down on the bench, Peach pulls a white hair tie from her wrist, where it had been gently biting into her skin to leave a nice little pink ring, and starts to pull her hair up. Blonde hair flips crazily as she whips her hair forward and leans down, making sure to get all of the lightly coloured strands into her grasp. Her pale hands smooth the hair a few more times before she pulls the band on, criss-crossing and pulling the hair through until the it's a proper pony. Satisfied with the hair out of her face, she pulls on either side of the tail one last time, tightening the hair in it's final position.

Peach sets herself down onto the wooden bench, daintily pulling one leg up and over. Hands wrapping around her higher knee, she flips her attention to the gate of the court. It's gated in so that the balls won't get away -- tennis balls can be pretty fast and hard to control -- but she doesn't like the caged feeling it gives her. It makes her feel like she's kidnapped or something, stuck in a small space. She shakes the thought from her head, blonde hair floating around with the movement.

Daisy should be here soon. Peach knows that she's always a bit early, but she doesn't mind waiting. There's not too much to do other than think, but she likes to think. Sometimes she doesn't even think. Just sits -- or stands-- her mind completely void of anything. It's nice. No worries, no stress, just the bright, warm sun and a soft breeze.

It's a beautiful day to be out. Usually she picks bad days to go do things outside. It's always rainy or windy or just too crowded. But today there are only a few people at the complex, and none of them at the tennis court. Most people don't really like tennis that much anyway. Peach likes most sports herself; it's a good way to keep active and she always has a bunch of friends to play with. Or, at least she did have friends to play with. Now she's kind of lonesome, other than Daisy. Not to mention her brunette cousin had a store to look after. What did she have? Few hours at a makeup store that didn't really have many customers very often. That's beside the fact that she worked for a little girl that was barely an adult. Legally she was, but her boss is horribly naive. Peach shudders, despite the warm sunshine. Once she was cute and unknowing too. Funny how things can change.

Knowing that Daisy won't be here for a few minutes, the little blonde woman gets on the ground and starts a hamstring stretch. She easily reaches all the way to her foot, pressing her nose to her knee. The ligaments and muscles burn pleasantly. This is the first time she's been out to do anything since a few days ago. Her muscles obviously haven't approved. She groans lightly as she moves to her lesser flexible leg. It's still easy to reach the toe of her cute white sneakers, but she can't quite reach her nose to her knee. Maybe a few years before she could've. As much as she hates to admit it, she's getting kind of old. Not super old, but old enough that most people her age weren't still playing sports. Especially not something as tiring as tennis. Peach refuses to get old. She hasn't done anything with her life yet. She can stop stretching after she's got a family. Until then, she'll pretend like she's still 21. Young and revving with energy. Weren't those the days?

Peach moves on with her stretches, slowly getting her body warmed up and ready to play. Daisy's younger than her and probably going to be faster and stronger. Not by too much -- the two have always been pretty close in many senses of the word-- but by enough. It'll be fun when they start playing again. It's been awhile. With a small sigh, Peach moves on to her standing stretches, waiting patiently for her friend to arrive.

OUTFIT ~~~DAISY LASHBROOK ~~~ 801

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