fandomhighdorms | The Roof; Sunday Afternoon [ 05/06 ].

Truth be told, Fawn couldn't sleep last night. It was all too strange for her. Maybe if she had her own room, the attempt would have been more successful, but having to share a room with someone else, especially a strange boy, nice as Peeta seemed to be, was just weird. She tried, but spent most of the night staring up at the ceiling and wondering if she'd wake up the next day, find out that it was all just a big misunderstanding, that she got accepted to Performing Arts after all and, even though she didn't want to go there, she could come back home and everything would be set right. She ended up slipping out in the wee hours of the morning and had been gone exploring as quietly as she could since then.

She was extremely pleased to discover a stairway to the roof, though, reminding her of the stairway to the roof of their own flat in New York, in the converted factory building, and how she would sometimes spend time up there and how her father would sneak up there, too, though neither of them did so with anyone knowing. She usually enjoyed the height and the fact that it would be so incredibly easy to just slip right off the side if things got to be too much.

Things were definitely not that bad now, but Fawn found it nice to sit up there, forget everything that was going on underneath her in this new dormitory building, and she just watched the sun come up. After a while, she pulled out her harmonica and began to play, because it was just as easy to get lost in the music, and much better, besides.

She wondered if people could hear hear, down on the ground, or from their windows, across the island and the ocean or however far the wind decided to carry the long, soulful sound.

[[ open roof is open, of course! I got sent home from work due to rain, lulz. ]]

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The sound had attracted one person's attention, and that was Elphaba Thropp. She'd been on her way to the roof anyway, to ~~sulk~~ contemplate what it meant to be staying in Fandom for the summer. When she heard the music she was rather glad she'd came. She walked closer, but was careful to walk quietly. She didn't wish to interrupt, she just wanted to listen.

When she got to the last note, Fawn held it out particularly long, and then she dropped the her hands with the instrument in it with a great big sigh. She turned it over in her hands thoughtfully, then looked out across the view and wondered if she was facing the right way for New York. She contemplated another song, but ultimately decided that she couldn't put off the inevitability of her situation for much longer and she had better go inside and start unpacking her things.

"Oh!" She nearly dropped the harmonica when she turned around, practically jumping out of her skin in surprise that there had been someone there. "I...didn't think there was anyone else up here."

And then she blinked, and stared, because she was pretty sure this person was green. And that almost made her mad, because why couldn't this place just leave her alone for ten minutes without pointing out to her that she'd been exiled to the Land of Weird Things and Other Freaks?

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"Well I wasn't, not to start," Elphaba admitted. "I didn't want to interrupt at all, the song was too beautiful. You're very good at playing that instrument, whatever it is. It has a sort of... melancholy tone."

"But excuse me," she added, giving the girl half a smile. "I should probably introduce myself. I'm Elphaba Thropp. And before you ask, yes, I'm green."

She was hoping to beat the new girl to the punch, there.

Part of Fawn wanted to answer that, yes, she had eyes, but that was definitely the sort of thing Fawn would think but never say. She brushed the hair back behind her ear, though the gesture was futile when the hair fell forward again when she ducked her head.

"Fawn Farrell," she offered back. "And thanks. It's just a harmonica." She shrugged, looking at the small instrument tightly clenched in her hand.

"I don't think I've heard one before," Elphaba admitted, trying to think. "But I'd hardly say there was anything 'just' about it. Have you played it for long?"

She was just going to go for the normal conversation. If the girl wanted to try and do otherwise, she was prepared, but she thought normal was the best way to approach this.

Fawn shrugged her shoulders, eyes still somewhere on the ground between herself and the other girl, wondering why people around here were so interested in talking. "A couple of years," she said. "I play drums, too, but it's a lot harder to get a drumset up here."

That got a bit of a chuckle out of Elphie.

"I can only imagine," she said, noticing that Fawn wasn't really looking at her. "If I'm interrupting, I can leave if you like. I didn't mean any harm."

Fawn lifted her eyes only briefly, with an accompanying lifted eyebrow. "It's a free roof, isn't it?"

"Free, yes," Elphaba said. "But I'm getting the impression I'm disturbing you. It's fine if I am, I'm not going to judge you for your thoughts. The fact you haven't said anything is good enough for me."

Very practical, really.

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