The Pool; Friday Morning [ 06/05 ].

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine figured she was pretty good at hiding the fact that she'd been pretty disquieted over the last few days. She had multiple theories that easily explained it well enough that she could shove it aside and not directly approach the topic. She was good at that, avoiding something until she was sure it could be useful to her. But the fact that she couldn't quite piece together how what she was feeling could be useful to her lead her to wanting to step back from it all for a moment.

She decided to go down to the pool, figuring it would be quiet in the morning, and she could just sit a while, thinking, comforted by the water and what water meant to her now. She considered ducking into town to pick up a swimsuit that was a little...more interesting than hers, basic and functional, but then settled on the fact that basic and functional was all that was needed. Anything something more interesting would accomplish would be to draw attention to certain aspects of herself...

...and she wasn't quite knowledgeable enough about those aspects to go flashing them around for other people to see, really. That's why she was here now, in the morning after her class, sitting at the edge of the pool and watching her feet trail through the water, enjoying the isolation of the big empty room and thinking about isolation in a lake basin on a raft.

It was a good way to kill the morning hours.


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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. I've been trying to find a place to be alone, you know? And...there's people."

He looked at her. "Nothing personal. I'm sure you're a nice person."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you should try your bedroom," Valentine offered. "Or a broom closet. I'd be impressed with the persistence of people if you weren't able to find some alone space there."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I have a roommate," he stated. "I'm not just going to throw him out of the room.

The other one got him thinking. "Broom closet...might be alone there. That's a good one."

He still wasn't leaving. He intended to use the pool.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine just looked at him for a moment. "Exactly what do you need to do that having a roommate in the room is a deterrent, and yet you go seeking your solitude in public places?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"To think about stuff," he said. "Also, even if I wanted to do something in the room, I could just ask him to leave or go to her room, but that's not the point. The point is...I...I forgot what I was going to say now."

Whoever she is, she's kinda cute.