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The Roof; Early Tuesday Evening [ 06/05 ].

Fawn felt like slipping up to the roof that evening. It wasn't as if she had anything else to do. There was no harmonica music, not yet; her attentions were focused on a more literary pursuit at the moment, though the instrument of choice was tucked away into her pocket. At the moment, she was scribbling away at some more poems, her bobbing a little with the rhythm of her words as she wrote them down.

Ever since Peeta had told her about those Hunger Games back where he was from, her creativity had been fueled, practically filling a whole notebook with, essentially, fan fiction, though she wouldn't have recognized that term as applied to it. Various scenarios where she tried to imagine a world like that and put herself into it. Most of them involved her dying horribly, whether from refusing to fight or attempting to fight and failing miserably. One or two of them were done on a good day, and the system was broken or she survived, but those were rare. There was even one very special poem on how she was chosen as both the girl and boy combatants. Only a few pages were left in the journal, and she went to fill them up tonight, wondering what to write about after it was filled.

[[ open roof is...you guess it...emo. ]]

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Shira wasn't feeling particularly emo, but she was feeling a little thinky. And as you did when you were feeling emo or thinky or just that damn bored, up to the roof she went.

Where she promptly noticed someone there.

"Hi," she said casually as she took a seat.

Fawn paused in her writing, as if caught in headlight, at the sound of someone else on the roof. That stop was the only indication that she had even heard the other girl, because she didn't say anything for a good, long time.

But she did turn her head, peeking through her curtain of hair for a moment before pushing one side of it back behind her ear and she offered a "Hi" back.

"Nice night to be up here," Shira said conversationally, the kind of meaningless chatter you made when you wanted to talk but wouldn't be offended if the other person didn't really respond.

Besides, it was the emo roof. People didn't always want to talk. Still, though, she offered those few words and a slight smile.

And Fawn just shrugged her shoulders. Meaningless chatter was never really her forte, and the thought that she should have to engage in it made her shrink back a little. The notebook was closed now, and she held it against her chest. "I guess," she offered, vague and noncommittal and slightly cynical to boot.

Shira noticed the notebook and the holding it. "You like to write?" she asked "Cool. I've never been much of a writer. I can put words together, just not on paper."

The Shaladorans were more into oral tradition, anyway. You couldn't take the stories away that way, couldn't destroy them like you could if they were written down.

Again, Fawn shrugged, and she held the notebook a little tighter. "It's nothing," she said. "Just thoughts. I guess some people think out loud, others on paper."

"Hey, words are never nothing," Shira said. "They may be just thoughts, but they're still important because they're yours."

Said the girl who didn't have much that belonged to her.

And there Fawn was going to look at the other girl a little doubtfully, debating whether or not to say what she was thinking, but, hey, words were never nothing right?

So she went ahead and told her, "That sounds like something my mother would say."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Shira asked. "And in any case, I think it's true. I mean, the thing you're saying might or might not be important, but the words always are. The ability to put it down in some way always is."

Fawn didn't answer the question, because she wasn't entirely sure, once she thought about it. Besides, she thought she had a better question to counter it with.

"So if what I wrote down was just bleep bloop blarp, are they still important just because they're words? They don't mean anything; words are just words unless you give them meaning, so it's not the words that are important, but what you're saying with them. If what you're saying with them isn't important, then how could they be important? I have the ability to stick my finger up my nose; that doesn't make it important, though."

"If they're the words you want to be putting down, then yes, they're still important," Shira decided after a second of actual thought about it. "If you're just writing them down to be a smart-ass, then maybe not so much importance."

The other girl had a good point, Shira thought. Or at least an interesting one.

"So then," Fawn reasoned, "some words are not as important as others, and the ones in here are the not as important kind."

She wondered why she was justifying her writing at all, especially since it wasn't as if she had any intention of ever showing it to anyone, and she went to nip that conversation in the bud by changing the subject and taking a second to actually look at the other girl for a moment.

"Do you come up here a lot?"

She was wondering if she should find a new place to be alone and write. It was a small school, sure, but it was a pretty small island on top of that.

Shira was of the opinion that the words were still important, anyway, but she wasn't going to argue with the other girl. They were the other girl's words, after all.

"Not much," Shira said with a shrug. "Just sometimes, when something makes me a little thinky. A lot of people come up here just to think, some come up here to angst, it's kinda a popular spot for that sort of thing."

Fawn completely failed to hide the little twist of her face to show what she thought of that news. So much for the roof being the respite it was at home. It was true that the few times she'd been up here, other people had showed up, and they were talkative types (anyone who engaged in conversation was pretty much a "talkative type" to Fawn), but still...Her eyes drifted over the view and she gave a faint sigh. The view was probably worth it.

"I can see that," she said. "I think there's something about height and being able to see so much that puts things into perspective."

That, and maybe the big six story drop, too.

"And perspective is usually a good thing," Shira said. "Getting your head on straight... well, I can't see how that's a bad thing."

She grinned sheepishly. "Here I am talking at you and talking at you and I haven't even introduced myself. Wow, that's kind of rude of me, isn't it? Sorry. I'm Shira."

Fawn's shoulders were getting a good workout with all this shrugging she was doing. "I didn't introduce myself, either," she pointed out. "I'm Fawn."

"Yeah, but you were here first. I figure it's pretty much the polite thing to do to introduce myself." Shira gave a shrug of her own.

Fawn wondered for a moment if she was a little weird that she didn't care about being rude or not. "I guess," she said, and then wondered if her lack of conversation was a little rude, but she just wasn't much of a talker.

For her part, Shira wondered if she was intruding too much. But she figured either no she wasn't or she just hadn't reached the other girl's limits yet.

"How long have you been at Fandom?" she asked. Yes, a random subject change, but at least it was off of Fawn and her words

"Not very long," Fawn admitted, though she had thought of lying, just for a second, but the school was so weird that she'd probably end up screwing up the lie and it just wasn't worth it. "Just this summer. What about you?"

"Almost two years," Shira replied. "You liking it so far or is it the freakiest place in the world?" Reactions tended to fall on one of those two points, from what her experience had been.

Edited 2012-06-06 02:03 (UTC)

Fawn opened her mouth to say something, about how one would only expect a school for freaks to be the Freakiest Place in the World, but that opened the unfortunate door of why she was a freak, so she closed her mouth, and tried a different tact.

One that involved shrugging.

Shocker.

"It's okay, I guess."

And, with an arched eyebrow, she turned the question back on Shira, "Do you like it here?"

"Most of the time, I do," Shira replied with a shrug of her own. "I don't like it so much when the bat stuff goes down, like a giant Nothing eating all of existence and making people I care about disappear, but all in all, the place isn't so bad."

And Fawn had to shake her head at that.

"The weirdest stuff is so...normal here," she marveled, though the comment still made her cross her legs a little. "I mean, I'm half convinced this is more of a looney bin than a high school. I'm pretty sure there aren't a lot of places in this world or any other where saying, 'Hey, a giant Nothing ate all my friends, but the place isn't so bad."

Just like Peeta saying the Hunger Games weren't so bad. It was completely crazy. And she was right there with them.

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