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The Roof; Tuesday Morning.

The visit from the nervous artist kid the other day lead Adah to a startling realization, even if yesterday had proved it false. That only really provided that because it was quiet yesterday, it would be the opposite today, and, if she didn't want to be found, then why was she sequestering herself in the one place that anyone with half a brain would think to search for her? She should be hiding herself in the most unlikely of spots, the sort of place no one would think to find her, really. Even at the sacrifice of physical health. Because what was physical health, anyway? Certainly nothing she had ever been familiar with or ever expected to be familiar with, especially at the sake of her mental health, which she thought was very well in tact and treasured quite greatly.

Besides, it was a quiet morning with everyone below her probably still sleeping in due to the break from classes, although the cold of the coming winter was creeping in and worrying her that Virginia might still be too far north for what she grew up with, definately too north for what she'd become accustomed to. But, if she looked up at the clouds a little, so dull and boring compared to those orange and red clouds of dust of Kilanga, she felt a little bit calm, as if she could dull herself to blend with them and forget the pain from the journey up here. It was nice. It was worth it, assuming it stayed that way.

[[ adah might not want to talk to anyone, but I do! hehe. Open as roofs tends to be~ ]]

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Why Annette left her warm bed and a warm boyfriend to come up to the roof, was probably questionable by any who would learn of it. She woke up early, thinking, wondering about certain events and things said over the last two weeks. There was nothing sometimes, that worked better to clear the mind, and the soul, of pesky thoughts and annoyances, than the fresh crisp air of morning.

Everything was quiet as she walked out, bundled in a thick blanket with just slippers on her feet. Annette didn't notice Adah yet, her gaze was focused on the edge of the roof and she walked close to it, peering out over across the school grounds that were covered in a fine sheen of mist. And if she did notice Adah, she might turn around and leave. For some reason that girl seemed to not like her very much. It was just the look in her eyes that said so, even though Annette had been nothing but nice to her. An odd girl, but a very curious one.

But, of course, Adah had noticed Annette, even if the lack of movement of her eyes and head didn't suggest so. She, laying on the roof and still looking toward the grey lined clouds, could still sense the shuffling movements of someone wrapped, almost protectively in a blanket, and she drew in a breath, held it, it held. She couldn't quite tell who it was, just that it was someone, although she had the feeling that it wasn't one of the people she was trying to hide (in broad daylight) from. She held her breath, her breath held her, and she practiced the wisdom of the prey of the jungle: remain still, remain quiet, and perhaps the lion staring right at you will fail to really see you, and find his hunt elsewhere.

Annette shivered lightly. It was cold, even in her blanket, but that wasn't going to make her leave. She was tired but not physically, even after the nice evening she'd had with Dick. Her dad was coming down and that weighed greatly on her mind. She wasn't sure what to expect and she wasn't sure how he was going to deal with Dick. Probably not well.

And then... there were other things as well. Beauty, A.J.; she was friends with both though it seemed awkward, forced. She didn't like that and she knew that Beauty would want to talk to her privately, especially after their last conversation. Annette wasn't sure she was looking forward to that. She thought that anything she told Beauty, would somehow bounce back to A.J and the last thing she wanted was to cause a rift in their friendship, such as it was.

Annette's shoulders shook slightly and she curled her blanket up against her face, wiping at the stupid tears that she hadn't even realized she'd been crying.

Then she turned... and that's when she saw Adah.

A bit of curiosity was beginning to nag at the bottom of Adah's half brain, at her partially intact medulla stem, perhaps the cerebellum, on why the other person there was being so still and quiet themselves, but she forced it down. She was the okapi, rare and small, caught by a lion at the watering hole. Lift your eyes that way, you agree to a staring match that, if you break it, you die. Keep drinking, you risk the same fate, but there is a better chance that, if you show no interest in it, it will show no interest in you, because there was a certain love for that staring contest, that would eventual lead to the predator's own swell of superiority that made devouring the flesh so satisfying. Just stare at the clouds, Adah, and try not to think of stars.

Rubbing her blanket over her eyes and cheeks once more, Annette couldn't help but sniff, though she tried to muffle the noise in the folds of her thick blanket.

Why was Adah there, laying so soundly, so... stiffly, seemingly unaffected by her presence or anything else surrounding her. Often, when Annette had been around the girl, she wondered at her thoughts and what little fantasy land she was in while thinking those thoughts. Other times Annette knew that if looks could kill, she'd drop to the ground, dead. Like at Homecoming. She'd never encountered anyone like Adah before and while feeling standoffish, she was drawn to her in an unexplainable way. She wanted to admit that the no talking was just a thing, that Adah didn't speak because she didn't want to. It was strange...the whole situation.

Annette leaned her back against the edge of the roof, curled in her blanket and looking from Adah to the clouds above.

When the other girl, this caterpillar in her cocoon, or perhaps a silkworm, shifted her attention back to the clouds, Adah allowed her attention to shift to her, blinking a little as she tried to find more hints of what that sniff entailed. It was difficult, though, with the girl wrapped up in her blankets, hiding from Adah things like posture and body language. Was it just the cold, or was the other girl crying? Most of all, did it matter? Adah tried to tell herself that she wondered because she didn't want to have to deal with a crying person when she had problems enough of her own, thank you very much, but there was that curiosity, and then the whole fact that she was irreparably human, and sometimes, you just couldn't help caring a little. She was going to try to fight tooth and nail against that urge, though, that was for sure.

Funny that at whatever age you were in life, you could always make shapes out of the clouds. Annette was concentrating on certain ones, tilting her head as the shape of a castle took hold and was instantly surrounded by a fire breathing dragon. Funny that she would see herself inside, scared, lonely...

Tears fell once more and she brushed at them, muttering under her breath about how silly she was being. Dick would probably roll his eyes at her and she conentrated on that thought now to clear her mind of troubles that weren't really troubles at all if she had been thinking positively enough.

Dog, it was interesting the way people acted when they didn't think anyone was watching or paying any attention to them. Adah's eyebrow was quirked, straining to pick up more than mumbling and then realizing that it was rude of her to try to do so. Not that she felt bad, of course, but there was a slight inclination to consider how she'd feel if these situations were reversed...not that she ever planned to put herself in a position of open vulnerability like that, ever, if she could help it, but she figured the girl wouldn't very much appreciate Adah staring and judging like this.

Nor did she particularly want to deal with someone else's problems infringing on her own ruminations. She cleared her throat, a hoarse, weaker-than-expected sound that tickled her trachea, to let the girl know that, hey, Adah was here first; if she wanted to go be all depressed and sniffly, find her own damn spot.

Annette's eyes snapped to Adah at the sudden sound that interrupted her concentration. She got it and understood and nodded a little before she began to shuffle towards the exit.

But at the door, she looked over her shoulder at her and couldn't help but say something to her. "No matter what you might think, or how you might act through those cold eyes of yours, you are not alone here. There are other people with thoughts and feelings and this is a good place to contemplate. I wasn't bothering you; I didn't even try to speak to you. What is wrong with you that you have to be so critical in shunning me? I've been nice to you - do you not remember meeting me?" She chuckled humorlessly. "No, don't answer that, I know you won't anyway. But next time, Adah, I won't be so quick to leave." Annette turned and left, not sure whether or not she felt justified in saying anything to the other girl at all.

Adah arched an eyebrow at the door as Annette disappeared through it.

...Hey. She didn't say anything. No one told the other girl she had to leave; it was all entirely what she chose to assume. Adah sighed, though content, and turned her eyes back to the clouds.

After stopping in to see Gavin, Luke continued his trek up to the top of the building.

He looked up at the clouds, then gave Adah a small smile. "Maybe it'll rain," he said softly.

Dully, Adah dragged her eyes a little bit from the sky, toward the sound of Luke's voice, and blinked at him. She, to express herself better than she felt she could right now with her cloudy eyes, released a small, but heavy sort of sigh, shaking her head. Probably not. Not much rain here, but she'd been trying really hard not to think of rain at all right now.

Luke moved a little closer, forehead wrinkling with concern. "You all right?" he asked.

[OOC: Absolutely fine!]

Sucking in a long breath through her teeth a little, Adah bobbed her head in a nod as she held it. The pain from the ascent up the stairs was dull enough that she could ignore it, and her stubbornness was still as strong as ever, and the last thing she wanted was someone making a big deal about the fact that she probably wasn't going to be able to move for about an hour. She didn't need to move, though; that's why she didn't care.

Luke picked up the stubbornness and the pain, so he found himself a spot to sit down. "Mind the company?" he asked quietly.

She did mind, a little bit, but, since it was Luke, not as much as she would have if it were someone else. Stubbornness still running strongly through her, this time the stubbornness to be difficult, she sighed and shrugged a shoulder to display an apathy. She turned her eyes back to the clouds. It wasn't like he would be justified in getting upset with her for being like this; he'd be a fool if he expected her to talk, and she didn't even bring her notebook with her today, as she had intended on being alone.

Luke gave her a small smile, then wrapped his robed more closely around him and tried to make himself as unobtrusive as possible.

Being a Jedi in training, it might've meant disappearing entirely from Adah's mind for a moment or two.

After a while with just the quiet, Adah's head rolled back toward Luke, and she blinked at him a moment. Her shoulders slumped a little with the realization that, as stubborn as she wanted to be, she wasn't sure she liked the quiet being returned from someone she'd gotten used to not being quiet.

Luke blinked and gave her a small smile. "Too quiet?" he guessed. "Sorry. Anyone coming to visit this weekend?"

One shoulder shrugged while Adah herself nodded a little, with a slight sigh. She held up her hand, four fingers up at first and then, a moment later, three folded down so that only one remained. Still uncertain, but Adah would be more surprised if Orleanna didn't show up than if she did. But it wasn't like her mother could call. Well, she could; there just wouldn't be much of a point.

"Someone you want to see?" he asked softly.

Again, the response was a single shouldered shrug, and it wasn't simply dramatic. She really did feel apathetic about seeing her mother, which shouldn't come as too much of a surprise to Luke. The conversation of family and how it was a bittersweet word to her had come up before...She drew in a breath and looked toward him, tilted her head in returning the question back to him. His father was already here; she didn't know what the situation was as far as a mother had gone, but he'd mentioned a twin? In a way that showed that he actually knew where his twin was, unlike her?

He shook his head. "She's busy saving the galaxy," he said, sounding only a little lonely. "Maybe another time. She and Father...don't really get along."

Adah quirked an eyebrow, nodding her head forward slightly to encourage Luke to continue if he'd like to. Hearing about another family's possible dysfunction could be strangely comforting, after all.

"It's a very long story," he said, treading carefully. "She holds my father responsible for what happened to her adopted family. They died a little more than a year ago."

Adah arched another eyebrow. All of them? At once? She got a small chill up her spine at the ghost of Nathan Price in her head envying one father for succeeding with a different family at what he failed (though barely) to do with his own, and sucked in another breath at the clashing images of what little she did know of Luke's father with her image of her own.

Luke's eyes, when they met hers, weren't quite as innocent as he normally pretended. "It is what is it," he said quietly. "Every family has their secrets. Ours are just...bigger than some."

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