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fandomhighdorms2007-07-08 08:57 pm
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The Roof, Sunday Night
After saying goodbye to Conner, Gwynn had stayed in her room for most of the day. It was too hot for her to be climbing trees in the Preserve to hide and Squirrel Cabin was long gone.
However, as the sun went down, Gwynn ventured out of her room. Considering the last few nights she had been in there, Conner had been with her, it was understandable that she was in need of different surroundings.
She had been told that the roof was the place that one was supposed to go to when they were sad or depressed, so she made her way up there. She picked a spot on the ledge at the edge of the roof and sat down, hanging her legs over the side.
[[OOC: Open as roofs tend to be]]
However, as the sun went down, Gwynn ventured out of her room. Considering the last few nights she had been in there, Conner had been with her, it was understandable that she was in need of different surroundings.
She had been told that the roof was the place that one was supposed to go to when they were sad or depressed, so she made her way up there. She picked a spot on the ledge at the edge of the roof and sat down, hanging her legs over the side.
[[OOC: Open as roofs tend to be]]
Star-gazing and Small-talk
He hated it.
Thus, he went to the roof. Roofs were particular favorites to him, since he could see everything, and everything usually didn't see him.
"Just like a ninja," the Aussie murmured with a grin before attempting a somersault that resulted in bruised knees and a sore back. Though, he didn't care.
St. John chose to lie where he unfolded and stare up at the stars. Noticing Gwynn out of the corner of his eye, John spoke up.
"Pretty site, ain't they?"
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"Oh yes," she said. "They are quite beautiful."
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"If you don't mind my nosin' about, I'd comment on the long face, sheila."
John looked back up to the stars, and began to flick the lid of a silver Zippo that somehow appeared in his hand.
"But, if you do mind, then I'll simply comment on the lovely weather like some bleedin' piker." He shrugged. "Whichever you'd like."
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"Sorry to hear that, sheila...I mean, Gwynn." He shifted from his elbows to a cross-legged posistion.
"I know what that's like," he tried to emphathize, sounding sorta lame in the process. "S'pose everyone does now and then."
Feeling a need to break the thickening air before it suffocated him, John stood up and cracked his back.
"So...wanna do somethin' fun? Like chuck stuff from the roof or..." What else did girls do when they were sad?
"Eat huge tubs of icecream and watch sappy films?"
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"You're not pullin' my leg, are you?" He gave a huge grin--his patented "nice, but crazy" one--and jumped around in excitement as he started to babble.
"By Jingo! You must be from some really deprived world or time era, sheila, if ya don't know icecream. It's the best! Frozen milk and cream, or somethin'--I dunno really--but with caramel an' chocolate, or strawberries." Already he was drooling at the very images.
"Ooh! And you get them on cones, which are like hard, sugary bread-things, or in a dish. But, what you need to chase the Bad Day Blues, is a big, cardboard tub of the stuff." He stated matter-of-factly.
"It's practically an essential to livin'."