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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:53 am
While Joanne would be the first to admit that she stayed in her room more often than not, she liked it that way. Her room was comfortable, it was cozy, and most importantly, it was hers. No one could come in if she didn't want them to. Her room was her own private world.
But there were things that her room didn't have. Chief among them were copious amounts of sunlight and fresh air. While there were probably places for students to congregate outside, Joanne purposely avoided them, instead choosing a large tree a short distance from the dorms as her preferred spot.
That afternoon, she was sitting on a homemade picnic blanket made of red gingham, lined with plastic and sprayed with stain resister. The canvas bag next to her had fallen on its side, and a few skeins of embroidery floss had spilled out, as well as a cheese sandwich in plastic wrap. Joanne didn't seem to notice, instead focusing on the hoop in her hand, which held a half-finished garden scene.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 11:38 am
If Joanne was the girl who stayed inside most of the time, then Zeke would be the boy who stayed outside most of the time. His 'private' world was one that could be intruded on quite easily. The paths, the gymnasium... anywhere where Zeke could stretch his legs and run was a good enough place for him. He hated treadmills; the scenery never changed with them. It felt like you weren't getting anywhere, just running in one spot while people could walk past you with ease. He hated that feeling. He liked to see the scenery blur past him.
Zeke liked Joanne, she was a nice girl. She was quiet, often like he was when he was around people that he wasn't familiar with. Mack could make him talk, and Aggie could make him talk. He was sure others could make him talk, but his head felt fuzzy.
He gave a wave as he ran towards Joanne. He stopped at the tree and started to stretch; it was always a good idea to keep your muscles fresh and cool down.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:38 pm
Ariston turned his attention to.. hmm a female.. strangely familiar..? He tilted his head. "Ah, Shimsek, was it?" His lips curved, and he was proud that he remembered. "My, it has been too long since you and I have met!"
His memory was dizzy at what he and she talked about, though that was probably for the better. It hadn't occured to him that she and him had.. and interesting conversation. One that was both confusing and exhausting at thought. His brain didn't remember things about others, it really only focused on things about himself, which was never suprising. It probably held reason as to why his memory was so blurry at first.
Though, maybe with this reuniting, they would see how each of them were doing. Ariston had sure changed, and it was obvious for the better, as everything he did was.
"How have you been doing since the seasons changing?" He flicked his tail and looked at her delightfully. Well, it was always nice to meet up with an old aquaintance. Hopefully it would keep him busy on his break from his family.
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