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Outside, all around, Mid-Thursday-Morning.

There was no way that Sakurazaki would have been able to actually sleep at the slumber party, so she'd chosen an opprotune moment to slip out the door and back to her room. She slept pretty soundly, but, when she woke up, she wasn't feeling well at all. Maybe it was a cold (she had been sneezing a lot lately; freaking out in the rain last week probably didn't help), maybe it was s'mores, maybe it was the social anxiety catching up to her...maybe it was something else, but her head was hurting from thinking too many thoughts that she didn't even comprehend and her stomach was tight with clamps of worry.

So she decided to go for a walk. Ultimately, she would have loved to get to the park, but the slight gloom of the day kept her from wandering too far, and she just drifted around outside, occationally stopping for long moment to sit and try to think, but her head was so muddled that she could barely pierce into her consciousness. This upset her greatly. If one could not get inside one's own head, then the person was vulnerable in the worst sort of way. She couldn't even manage to meditate effectively, and when she would stop to collect her chi through excercizes, the attempts were slopping and embarrassing.

Ugh. Her shoulders slumped as she wandered.

[[OOC: Open; interaction during a moment where she's stopped to either meditate or think prefered, for some odd reason]]

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Jamie has been doing a lot of wandering today. It's probably no coincidence that he would probably run into Sakurazaki at one point. "Hi. Have we met? Jamie Madrox. New guy."

"Hm?" The girl is obviously distracted, her eyes a little wide and cloudy as it registers inside her head that she's been addressed. "Oh." She's too out of it to blush as she normally would; she swallows a lump in her throat and nods. "Hello. I'm Sakurazaki...I don't think we've met, no...."

However, when she looks at him, a slight fog clears. "Although, you do look very, very vaguely familiar..."

Odd. A face from the haze that is the slumber party? No, that doesn't seem right...

"Oh I'm all over the place. Hey... Weren't you in the hallway the other day when that girl started screaming?"

She snaps her fingers slightly. Recalling excites her more than it probably should, if only because it's the only thing this morning she's been able to wrap her mind around. "That's it. Yes, I was. You're the fellow who popped his head out....That poor girl. That doesn't happen often, does it?"

"Beats me. I'm new around here. Though considering in the first week I've been here my roommate had the snot beaten out of her by her two possessed friends? I'm hoping it's not a regular occurrence."

An eyebrow arches. "Possessed?" She holds her hand to her head. What sort of stuff has she missed? Why did she allow herself to miss it? A small trickle of her thoughts slip into words. "Ugh, I feel so useless here." Sort of random, perhaps, but that's how Sakurazaki's head is at the moment.

"You've only been here a week and the workshops haven't even started yet," Jamie said a little confused. "Little early to feel useless."

Has it really only been a week? "It feels like a lot longer than just a week..." She lets out a frustrated grunt. "Workshops cannot start too soon..."

"Tell me about it. I'm bored out of my mind."

That pulls a slight grin from her, a little scoff of a sardonic laugh. "Yeah....I'm sorry, what was your name again? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little out of it right now. It didn't really register when you said it earlier."

"Jamie," he said with a grin. "It's all right. I tend to wander in a fog myself sometimes."

Jude's arrival would be heralded by the sound of his skateboard, the smooth rolling turning into a clattering as he stopped and jumped off, managing to stay upright as he grabbed the board and tucked it under his arm.

"Hey, bra," he greeted her, raising one hand in a wave. Then his brow furrowed as he processed slumped shoulders and sniffles. "Hey, Setsuna, you okay?"

Her soft smile is undone by a relatively heavy sigh. "Hello, Jude. I'm...Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just feeling a little down...." She turns her eyes away a little as she continues walking along. She isn't entirely sure she wants to talk to Jude when she's like this. She isn't sure if she wants to talk to anyone...

"Oh." Jude slumps a little as she walks away from him, looking like someone just kicked his puppy. He drops the board and skates slowly up beside her. "Wanna talk about it? Or I can just go away and leave you alone."

"It's hard to talk about something when you don't even understand it." She doesn't mean to be cryptic; she's just coming to terms with the fact that she has no idea what's with her this morning.

Fortunately, Jude gets it. He's had days like those, too. He nodded slowly, smiling at her sideways as he concentrated on not falling off the board. "I'm with ya, bra. 'Sokay, I can totally leave you alone. But some times company's good too."

Meanwhile, Sakurazaki gets that. A part of her wants to just wants to be alone, but another part of her is really craving company...or at least distraction. Not knowing which solution is best only adds to the heavy, mushy haze of thoughts drifting through her mind. She presses a hand to her forehead and releases a grunt of frustration. "Arrrr, I just can't wait for workshops to start!" She follows it by a short string of angry Japanese, a reflexive sort of venting more than anything else.

Jude blinked at the sudden outburst, a bit surprised that it came from her. "Whoa. Harsh, bra." He didn't offer anything else, just kept gliding slowly along with his hands in his pockets. If she needed to vent, she could vent all she liked on his unharshable mellow.

She misinterprets his comment as an actual assessment. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jude...I shouldn't just vent out like that on you...But...arrr, I just...I think I'm going slightly crazy here. I need to be in training. I need to have a purpose. I have no purpose here. I'm just supposed to...be...and...exist. And I should be able to do that. I mean, what could be more Zen than that? But I can't. I've always had a purpose. A goal. An intent...."

"...I feel so useless right now."

"Nah, bra, venting's what I'm here for," he said with a smile. "And ya got a purpose. Everyone has a purpose in everything they do even if they don't know they do. Like at the moment, my goal is to make it back to my room without a concussion. It's good to have goals." He grinned. "And since you're makin' me go slow and thus helping me achieve my goal, you're not bein' useless."

His logic is Jude-logic. Somehow he meant that no one's useless if they have friends.

Oddly enough, she finds his logic comforting. "So," she says, gesturing slightly with her hands as she pieces it together, "since you embarked with Skateboard-san, you have had the danger of a concussion looming. For all we know, that concussion could have been waiting for you behind that tree. However, since you slowed to talk to me, the concussion missed its change and I, therefor, am serving as your...protector right now. Right?" She smiles softly, thoughtfully...possibly a little too thoughtfully, but it is making her feel better.

"Totally, bra," Jude grinned. "If ya wanna think of it like that." Hey, it got a smile out of her and that was what Jude was really aiming for.

[[Off to run errands. Catch ya later.]]

The smile stays for a little while, with a little sigh of relieved tension. "It definately does help."

[[I gotta go to work soon, anyway, so that works out. :) ]]

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