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fandomhighdorms2012-05-06 03:42 pm
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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. ]]
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. ]]