chasing pavements {open}

[Arwen Piper Reyes]

august 5, 2013 - 03:15 pm

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px; background: #ffffff;,true][cs=1]	[atrb=width,200] Should I give up, Or should I just keep chasin' pavements? Even if it leads nowhere. Or would it be a waste, Even if I knew my place? Should I leave it there? Should I give up, Or should I just keep chasin' pavements Even if it leads nowhere? Should I give up Or should I just keep chasin' pavements Even if it leads nowhere? Or would it be a waste Even if I knew my place? Should I leave it there?
[atrb=width,300][cs=1]	[atrb=width,200] tagged: open words: 0578 outfit: here notes: idek. hi?
[cs=2][atrb=width,500] It was rather warm outside, but Arwen was on the colder side, as she usually was. So, she had worn a sweater over a tank top that would be against the dress code otherwise; but, half way through the day, she had ended up pushing the sleeves of her sweater up over her elbows. The scars on her arms were faint enough that she did not worry about anyone noticing them. Only someone who was looking close would see; and, she did not really open up to people enough for them to care enough to really look. Classes had been out for a few minutes, and most students had rushed out of the academic building; but, Arwen took her time gathering her things, getting to her locker and dropping off what she would not need before grabbing what she would need for homework. Then, she took her time walking out of the building, glad that the hallways were no longer crowded and noisy. It was difficult to navigate the halls at times, worrying she was going to bump into someone who would get mad at her, wondering if someone was going to try to pick on her. There were so many things that could go wrong in the halls, and Arwen really just wanted to avoid all of them. Sometimes, it was harder to portray the happy, smiling young woman that people thought she was when there were so many people around. The slight breeze moved the long strands of her brunette hair around and she tucked them behind her ears as she walked over to one of the benches there in the school's courtyard. Once she was seated, she pulled an elastic band out of her backpack and used it to tie the majority of her hair back out of her face. There were a few loose strands that refused to stay back that would fall into her eyes, but she was used to that. With her hair out of the way, Arwen pulled out her sketchbook and tugged up her legs so that she could cross them underneath herself, creating a makeshift table with her lap. She used her favorite charcoal pencil as she worked on her sketch, drawing the garden in her backyard at home from memory. She held the corner of the paper down with her left elbow, bending over the sketchbook as she toyed with her necklace with that hand, using the other to draw. Arwen sang softly under her breath as she worked, smiling slightly all the while until a shadow fell across her paper from someone standing nearby. Her brow furrowed a little and she flicked her hair out of her eyes as she lifted her head to see who was there. "D'you mind?" she said, clearing her throat a little. "You're kind of in my light." She hoped that she did not sound rude or anything; after all, she did not want to upset the wrong person. It was just difficult to work on details on a shaded paper. She needed the light to see easier. However, if the person decided to stick around, she may not get any more work done, anyway. Arwen was not sure she minded that thought. She did feel rather alone, and was never fond of that feeling. "Can I help you with something?" Arwen absentmindedly wet her lips as she let go of the necklace, letting it fall back into place.

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[Kahlan Marie Petrovski]

Classes had let out for the day, and Kahlan was happy. Not pretending to be happy because she didn't want anyone to see how she really felt inside. Not that she really minded school, she didn't, at least not like some people. But, she wasn't especially fond of it. She had a hard time sitting still and concentrating. Maybe it would be better if she took the Ritalin for her ADHD like she was supposed to, but she did not care for it. Kahlan had been at St. Helena's a few days, and was still adjusting to her environment. Trying to learn her way around, make friends, and get used to the way everything worked here. In her opinion it wasn't bad. She had food, a place to sleep, she didn't have to take care of anyone else. For the first time, she could really focus on herself. Which was both good and bad. It gave her time to think about things she tried her hardest to forget. That kept her up at night.

She stepped outside with her backpack over her shoulder, and smiled as she felt the breeze blow on her skin. It was probably her favorite thing she owned. Purple and leopard print, what more could a girl ask for? And it didn't hurt that Aiden had bought it for her. She really missed him. They'd been e-mailing, but it was not the same as seeing him face to face. Maybe he e-mailed her back! Skipping happily, she began to dig around in her backpack for a map of the school she'd been given. She couldn't remember where the library was, she had only been there once briefly. Libraries and Kahlan tended not to mix very well together. Pausing in her stride when she did not find it right away. She could have sworn it had been on top. Had it fallen out? She looked behind her to check, when she suddenly heard a voice. Kahlan startled slightly, having been so caught up in her own little world she had not even noticed that anyone was nearby.

”Oh, I'm so sorry!” She chirped sincerely apologetic, as she stopped digging throughh her bag, and turned to the person. ”My bad. I just get so caught up in my own thoughts sometimes.” Kahlan shrugged, and smiled widely at the girl before her. ”I'm Kahlan. Kahlan Petrovski. I'm new here... Well, that's probably obvious, isn't it? Anyway, I was trying to remember how to get to the library, but I seem to have misplaced the map they gave me,” she said shrugging her shoulders. It happened quite often to her. She would just get distracted by something in her surroundings, forget what she was doing, and misplace something. ”What are you drawing?” she blurted out before she could stop herself, having just noticed the sketchbook.”Sorry. It's none of my business,” she added quickly, not wanting to be to nosy.

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