The Grounds, Sunrise, Saturday Morning

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James plotted.

It had been far too long since James had scaled a building; the dorms were taller than most buildings in the city of Krondor (even taller than most of the castlework), but it seemed so accommodating. He stood with hands on hips, off to the side of the building, staring up at it, noting handholds.

Maybe just up to the second floor, tap on the window of the Common Room. Perhaps up to his room on the third floor, jiggle the handle to let himself in.

Ah, decisions.

[OOC: Open! Up early for travelling. *kicks stupid hotel's stupid wireless protocol*]

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[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Florida had slept in the stables again, still not quite ready to brave the castle. But finding herself restless, she went out wandering in the early hours, and came upon a familiar figure. She stood a little behind and to the side of him, looking up to see what he was looking at.

[SP cause work, but wanted to get them in another thread together.]

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James set down an individually-wrapped granola bar (ah, modern Fandom and its marvels) off to the side as if offering it to a small mute child, and then walked to the building, reached up to get a good grasp, and started climbing.

[No prob. I'm in Cleveland leaving for the Rock & Roll hall of fame in a few! :D ]

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

What in the world was he doing?! Florida scooped up the granola bar, but did little more than hold it as she gaped at the boy climbing the wall.

He'd better not hurt himself.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

What? Climbing, of course. The building was plenty rough-textured with ample hand holds. In moments he was at the second floor level, moving sideways towards the Common Room.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Florida drifted closer to the wall, still staring, her mouth open slightly.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He peered into the windows, but nothing much caught his eye, so he moved onwards.

And upwards.

Third floor now, moving sideways towards his room. Still plenty of energy left, not much fatigue.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Florida was gripping the granola bar tight, both in fear and excitement. She might have gasped just a bit.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He peered inside his own room, satisfied that it was as he left it, and climbed back down to the ground.

Simple, no?

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Florida gave an impressed grunt. Cause...wow.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James executed a short bow at the elfin one, and gestured indicating she were to try, if she was of a mind.