The Roof - Thursday, early afternoon

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was out on the roof, just gazing out over the school grounds, getting a bit of good, cold crisp air before her only class of the day. She was thinking about the homework that she was going to have to work on for the weekend, or if she worked hard enough, she could finish tomorrow, and have nothing to do Saturday or Sunday. Yeah, she liked the sound of that much better.

She was sipping a cup of hot chocolate, humming to herself.

(ooc: totally open)

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It was the roof. It was winter in Virginia. Therefore a feeling of a chill in the air was normal... right?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Her brows knitted gently and Annette snuggled down further into her down winter's coat. Had the temperature just suddenly dropped?

Feeling the chill, she sipped more of her cocoa.

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It could've been a trick of the wind that made the tree branches dance and the shadows they cast dance along with them.

Only these shadows were moving with a purpose.

And they were moving towards Annette.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

The wind caught the branches of the tree off to her left, and the movement had her eyes turning in that direction. But it wasn't windy...

Annette narrowed her eyes, giving a slight shake of her head. There seemed to be movement, shadows. She was rooted to the very spot in which she stood as she watched their playing among the tree limbs. And why did they look like they were moving towards her?

[notajar]

Door wanders up to the roof in the afternoon, bundled up against the cold but still wanting to get out of the building after sleeping in. Just not too far out because brrr.

"Hi!" she calls with a smile when she gets through the door and realizes she's not alone up there.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette lifted a hand in greeting, giving a little wave. "Hey!"

[notajar]

"Good idea," Door says, pointing to the hot chocolate. She brought a thermos of coffee herself, and pulls it out of her coat. "I'm Door, by the way. I don't think we're in any classes together?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"It's helping keep my hands warm too." Annette smiled. "Nice to meet you, Door. I'm Annette Hargrove." She seemed to think for a moment. "I don't think we are either, but don't hold me to that; the cold seemes to be freezing my brain this morning."

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Deep in the shadows came the awareness of this newcomer who brought with her warmth and therefore food.

A chill moved through the air as a shadow separated itself out from any known source and came towards her.

[notajar]

Oblivious to the movement, but not the cold, Door wraps her coat a bit more tightly around her and warms her fingers against her coffee-thermos.

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The shadows crept closer. If someone could've watched them with Door - which they could not - they would see a hand reach out as though to caress Door's hair.

[sneerkite]

Steerpike made his way up to the roof and was moderately surprised to see Annette there. Still, there last meeting had been on her terms. It was time to have one where he was in control.

"Do you know," he said by way of greeting. "That this is where I first arrived in Fandom?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She turned at the sound of his voice, somewhat startled from her bit of daydreaming.

Arching a brow, she smiled slightly, "Is it?"

[sneerkite]

"Indeed. It was the strangest thing. In escaping from the cell they put me in when I decided to flee the kitchen, I thought to climb my way to the roof of Gormenghast castle. I found myself on this roof, instead. A young woman named Cally found me. And thought I was someone else."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"That is strange," she replied, watching him. "I wonder how it is things like that happen? And Cally is my roommate and I imagine she thought you were Walter."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger stared at Steerpike for a while, then leaned in and smelled his collar.

"Who are you?" he asked bluntly.

[sneerkite]

Really now! Was that called for?! Steerpike leaned well back from the sniffing . . . cat-boy. "I'm Steerpike. And you?"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Nice day out."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She looked over, "Cold. But nice."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"I like the cold," Schrodiger said. "Bracing. Helps remind you that you're alive."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco walked up to the roof and tugged on his sweater. "I miss California." He commented to the air.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Marco." Annette said, grinning. "And I bet we all could use a little California about now."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco nodded glumly. "It never gets this cold in SoCal."

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There were a lot of warm bodies on the roof and the shadows were more than prepared to take advantage of it. There was a soft rustling sound as something flowed through the shadows, picking out its next prey.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco was too busy shivering to notice anything odd.