Iris||F||Single||Open
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
Iris was, unsurprisingly, completely out of her element. The first couple of days had been a bit of culture-shock for her, everything she did she did on her own or with a tight group of friends- being tossed in with a bunch of strangers and expected to interact was a bit odd. Especially people who seemingly had nothing in common with her. She had done a good job of keeping to herself considering, but was starting to get bored. She didn't have music or her guitar with her- no, that was stashed at Ronnie's out of fear of her fathers wrath- and her alternative methods of entertainment weren't an option so she found herself wandering a bit. Almost everyone was riding, but she didn't have a horse or too much interest in riding. Or socializing, and she wasn't too keen on that either, so she sat herself down with Babe burrowed into the sleeve of her flannel to write in the scraggly, partially-torn notebook she carried with her, at the base of a tree. Out of sight, hopefully well enough out of mind.