fandomhighdorms | 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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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.

The Roof; Tuesday Morning.

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