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Post by james fitzgerald redd on Aug 10, 2011 19:09:05 GMT -5
Here. Again.
James nearly wanted to die. Or at least scream in complete and utter frustration. One semester. One semester was all it took to get in, get out, and be done. One semester, was all it took for her to get back to her own school, her own life, and have some semblance of her former life. But it was only natural that nothing went to plan. At all.
A student of slim, tall stature and noticeably red hair sat at the edge of the docks, legs idly dangling off the edge. A pair of ankle boots sat nearby, as did a navy coloured vest. An irritated expression crossed a sparsely freckled face.
James sighed quietly, her toes skimming the surface of the water. "So much for that," she muttered as she ran fingers through her hair. "Could be worse, I guess."
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
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Post by rowan anne hall on Aug 10, 2011 23:48:47 GMT -5
Rowan sighed. After a botched attempt at embroidery she really didn't feel like doing much of anything. Instead she decided to take a walk. Her floral jumperskirt played in the breeze as she walked. Slipping the iron cross she got from the Assistant Headmistress into her hand she began playing with it absentmindedly. It was beginning to be a habit.
She reached the lake faster than she assumed she would and looked around. It really was beautiful. The sunlight reflected off of the water and it nearly sparkled. Pretty, but she knew more beautiful places. A boy sat on the docks, kicking his feet against the water. Perhaps he wanted to be alone? Maybe she'd just say hello. Cautiously, she approached the docks, letting out a tentative, "Hello?"
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Post by james fitzgerald redd on Aug 11, 2011 8:26:09 GMT -5
The creak of wood had alerted James of another presence. She dropped her hand and sighed quietly. She had no desire for company, but classes hadn't started, not that it apparently stopped anyone from doing anything else they wanted.
"Afternoon," she greeted quietly, unable to bring up her brother's usual charm. "Have we...met before?"
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
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Post by rowan anne hall on Aug 11, 2011 11:40:55 GMT -5
She smiled and shook her head, "No, I don't believe we have. My name is Rowan."
Smiling sadly, she stood next to him and gazed out to the lake. Her thoughts were muddled, but they slowly were starting to clear. "Have you come here to think also?" She almost regretted saying that, it seemed personal, but you can't change the past.
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Post by james fitzgerald redd on Aug 13, 2011 15:44:33 GMT -5
A bare hint of a smile arced across her mouth. "Rowan. It's a pleasure," she said with a slight nod towards her. "I'm James." She took a moment to capture the other girl's face and commit it to memory; the name did not ring any kind of bell in her memory.
She shrugged at Rowan's inquiry, restraining herself from dropping the smile. "A little bit," James replied. "Came here for the scenery mostly." Her toes skimmed across the water, disturbing the relatively smooth surface with small ripples. The feeling was cool, relaxing.
"What seems to be on your mind?" James asked, her gaze sliding over to Rowan.
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
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Post by rowan anne hall on Aug 14, 2011 20:06:00 GMT -5
"Hmm. I don't know," she said as she took of her shoes and socks and sat down next to him. Her toes were well above the water, but she took to swinging her legs back and forth. "I can't seem to hold on to a thought very long. I think I'd get stuck if I kept thinking about things for too long."
She nibbled her lip and smiled. "Right now, I'm thinking of a place I'd love to be, but too scared to go to. So instead of thinking about being scared, I'm going to think about something nice."
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Post by james fitzgerald redd on Aug 14, 2011 20:31:34 GMT -5
James raised an eyebrow. "I'm...sorry?" Wasn't able to hold a thought? That didn't make very much sense; this Rowan girl sounded a bit dazed, to say the least. She didn't seem all...there. Which, James supposed, would have been reasonable if something was truly bothering her. Or if she was sleep deprived. It could have been a number of things, really.
As Rowan moved to sit down, James relocated her boots so there was enough room. "Where is it that you're scared of?" she asked, mildly confused, uncertain whether or not there was cause for concern. "Is it somewhere...here?"
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
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Post by rowan anne hall on Aug 15, 2011 11:30:57 GMT -5
She hesitated before giving the boy an answer, debating internally whether to confess her fears to a stranger. She barely told anyone about the incident she went through. It's not like he could do much about it. Leaning back, she stared in the direction of the woods with something like desire or longing on her face. "The Western Woods," she whispered, "I..um...had a very strange run in with some unusual creatures in there with a friend. We escaped, luckily." Sitting back up, she continued to play with the cross in her hands.
"I'm afraid to go back there, but I want to go back there," Rowan said, ashamed of herself that she hadn't gotten over this yet. "Fear is a terrible thing isn't it?" She asked the young man with a small smile, "Too scared to go back no matter how much I desire to."
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