Ryan Voss
Student 6th Year
Race: Human
Posts: 12
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Post by Ryan Voss on Apr 22, 2010 8:55:59 GMT 10
With the sun lighting up the courtyard, Ryan took to a quiet corner, pen in hand, with a small scuffed leather bound book on his lap. His eyes drifting from the pages that he wrote, to the courtyard before him, to the blue sky above him.
Giving a little stretch and ruffle of his hair, Ryan picked up his book and began to read back to himself before clasping the book closed, sliding it into his jacket pocket and readjusting his sitting position to lead against the walls behind him and watch the students and staff walk by, continuing with their lives. Unaware of the boy with a slight grin relaxing in the corner.
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Post by Emmy Alear on Apr 23, 2010 6:36:01 GMT 10
Outside. It was too dark indoors and she had to be outside. Emmy had arrived only a few days before, and while she was certainly in better shape than she had been when she'd been pulled ashore in her little boat, she certainly wasn't completely back to normal. She had been advised to remain in her dorm, resting and restoring her energy, for a good long while. The only times she was supposed to get up were for meals and to use the restroom.
But how could they expect her to remain staring off into space, cramped up inside a little bed in a little room filled with other little beds, for days on end until they deemed she could go out? It was a terrible thing to ask of her, a truly impossible task for her to complete. And so Emmy left her dorm, searching for outside, searching for relief from that little room. She had her clay, her pencils, and her little pad with her. All she needed was some air.
A sliver of light stretched out on the floor in front of her. Emmy ran to it. In hindsight that probably wasn't the smartest idea. Little colored dots raced across her vision and she gasped, her hand clutching the doorway to keep herself steady. But when her vision cleared enough to see, a smile found its way to her features. Here was outside, her desperately wanted fresh air.
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Ryan Voss
Student 6th Year
Race: Human
Posts: 12
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Post by Ryan Voss on Apr 23, 2010 8:19:57 GMT 10
Continuing to observe his surroundings soon started to lose its appeal. Giving another stretch and a rather loud yawn, Ryan stood up from his cramped little corner and moved over to an unoccupied spot of grass and crashed down spread out on the ground.
After a little chuckle to himself, Ryan sat up and drew out his little book again along with a rather short pencil and began to scope out his surroundings for an appropriate scene to sketch. Deciding to settle on a doorway to the courtyard.
Using the light from behind him to help define features of the doorway and a little sticking out tongue to concentrate, a quick base sketch was being created. It was not until he looked back down at the little book, that Ryan realized the smiling girl in both the sketch and the doorway itself, with a laugh of surprise, the boy looked back up towards the girl with a huge grin on his face, musing over his lack of awareness.
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Post by Emmy Alear on Apr 23, 2010 22:58:10 GMT 10
For a few minutes Emmy didn't move. She didn't want to move. The sun. The sunlight was hitting her cheeks, warming them till a glimmer of color returned to cover their current pale shade. It was beautiful. Exactly what she had craved.
The girl stepped back into the hall, doing a quick check in both directions to make sure no one was going to come and send her back to her dorm. A little giggle escaped her at the sight of empty halls, save for her, and she burst through the doorway, coming to rest under a little tree. The giggling stopped with a contented sigh as Emmy reached to the things she had brought with her. There had to be water here somewhere to wet the clay.
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Ryan Voss
Student 6th Year
Race: Human
Posts: 12
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Post by Ryan Voss on Apr 26, 2010 8:41:56 GMT 10
It felt strange and some what weird at first, staring at some random girl who appeared in the doorway, but only after she started to move away to a little tree in the courtyard. Ryan began to see someone who seemed so warm and happy, it was as if it the scene was plucked out of a story book and brought right in front of his eyes.
Soon realising that he was still staring, Ryan suddenly came to and chuckled quietly to himself. Deciding that it might be rude to keep his sketch without the girl's consent and that maybe he could talk to the girl for a bit. Ryan stood up and started walking over to the girl, smiling gently.
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Post by Emmy Alear on Apr 28, 2010 8:36:09 GMT 10
As Emmy searched for any source of water she couldn't help but take in the surroundings. Though she hadn't exactly seen much of the island she now found herself on, she'd been able to hear all the rain and see the clouds from outside her dorm window. But this place was different. This little courtyard was bathed in sunlight. It was certainly a difference from the weather she'd been expecting. It was a little chillier than she'd thought it would be, but that was only a small downside to her joy.
The young girl's view came to rest on a boy in front of her, walking towards her. He was smiling, so despite Emmy's initial shyness, she smiled a small sort of smile back.
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Ryan Voss
Student 6th Year
Race: Human
Posts: 12
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Post by Ryan Voss on May 18, 2010 6:52:44 GMT 10
Noticing the girl looking at him with a smile, Ryan spoke with a light and gentle tone. "Hey there, sorry for bothering you, it's just I haven't really found many cheery people to talk lately like yourself. I'm Ryan and I'm a sixth year."
As he looked down at the girl, Ryan noticed the clay, pencils and pad, and a thought quickly came to mind. Moving his school jacket away from his casual yet rather baggy dark purple t-shirt, he opened a pocket and pulled out a half full bottle of water and held it out to the girl. "There isn't any water fountains nearby if you need to wet down your clay." Smiling softly towards the girl.
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Post by Emmy Alear on May 18, 2010 7:43:12 GMT 10
Emmy listened patiently to this new boy. A voice in the back of her mind screamed at her to get up and leave, that little voice reminding her of the last man she had really been in contact with. Memories fluttered on the surface of her consciousness before she pushed them back into the dark areas of her mind. Ryan she repeated the name in her head. It was a sturdy name, she supposed.
Emmy picked up the pencil and pad she'd brought and wrote in neat print. I'm Emmy. Fifth year. She wasn't much on speaking, having only spoken much in times of emergencies where writing simply wouldn't do. Otherwise, it was her pencil on paper that conveyed her thoughts. A light blush came to her cheeks at the boy's, Ryan's, offer of water. It seemed rather silly of her not to have brought water for her own clay, but she took his gratefully, scrawling a thank you beneath her name.
Would you like to sit? As Emmy finished writing she set to working off the cap of the water bottle, her clay sculpture already forming in her mind.
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