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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 5, 2012 17:21:39 GMT -5
Despite the winter chill that lingered in the wind, Lark felt comfortable wandering around in her jeans, t-shirt, and light hoodie. The breeze buffeted her face, pushing her hair into a thousand different directions but she did not mess with it until the wind died down. It was actually nice day, considering. Her shoes crunched the grass below, the chilly morning leaving a frost across the grounds. In the right light it looked as though it were sparkling like a blanket of diamonds on a bed of green and brown. She needed to come out and enjoy the weather before the snows truly kicked in; it was not something she could not handle but as a Fire and hailing from Hawaii, she preferred the warm summer sun and the pleasant weather that came along with it. Tucked under her arm were a textbook and binder, the book reading 'Math' on the front. The subject was far from her favorite but homework was unavoidable. At least she had enough paper to work on lyrics and notes for her new song after the fact.
As soon as she passed the lake, there was a thin row of trees nearby that looked rather promising. Lark could very well stop and sit down somewhere on the lawn of the Academy, but she preferred something different today. As soon as she neared the dark, nearly leafless trees her head tilted up to get a better view of their branch network. Which one would be easiest to climb, which had a place to sit that would be comfortable for at least an hour? Those were the deciding factors. There was one, a little further to the right and straying away from the cliffs, that had good potential and so the girl steered herself in that direction.
The lowest branch was reachable; after sticking the books in the hood of her jacket like a pouch, she began the small climb towards the thickest branch about five feet above her head. It looked wide enough to sit on. After a bit of heaving and grunting she managed to get comfortable, left leg swinging freely back and forth. She removed the book and binder from her hood and settled them in her lap, the hard back cold from exposure to the chilly air. Just as Lark reached into the pocket of her jacket to retrieve her pencil, something small and thin slipped out and drifted to the ground. She glanced down just in time to see it settle on the grass below. "Dammit," Lark muttered with exasperation. It was the guitar pick she carried with her everywhere; it was worn down and the edges were rough, the logo of the brand completely faded. Even the color--a dark blue--now looked more gray-blue. She tried to look around to see if anyone were nearby who could possibly hand it to her, but around the tree trunk it was hard to see. "My luck is astounding." Her tone was dry as she drew out the word 'astounding', rolling her eyes as the back of her head rested against the tree. To get down, or not get down, that was the question.
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Post by theepicfiend on Nov 20, 2012 1:00:54 GMT -5
Tiger was really starting to like this town. City. School. Place. Thing. Whatever it was, Tiger liked it. From where he stood he could see the school, so he knew he wasn't quite as lost as he had been on his many wanders about to get acquainted with the area.
He'd been exploring the woods, and while it probably wasn't the wisest thing for a directionally challenged child to be doing, he was enjoying himself. The winter chill was biting, but he had a jacket that came all the way to mid-shin, and a wool hat, so he was pretty much set.
He tromped along, smiling to himself as he enjoyed a moment of peace and alone-ness. Until, that is, he heard a rustle.
He froze in place, thinking it must've been his hat shifting on his head. When he heard Lark's exasperated sigh, however, he made his way directly towards the sound. He was half expecting to find a fairy locked out of her hut, or a blind girl running into trees. His imagination enjoyed the woods.
At the point where Lark looked back down at the guitar pick, Tiger crossed out from behind the tree to find himself standing behind her. He followed the tilt of her head, spotting the guitar pick in the grass.
Not even pausing for thought he tromped under the branch, bending down and picking up the pick. He turned to face the girl, his eyes tracing over her every feature in a single beat.
Female. Older. Slightly troubled looking, but there wasn't necessarily an inherent mean-ness in her eyes. He still didn't trust her, though. He couldn't be sure why, but he always went with his gut. That way, when he was wrong, he could be mad at his gut and not himself... yea, it definitely sounded better in his head.
Tiger held the pick up to her, but then immediately snatched it back as a nerve-stunning full-bodied twitch overcame him. He wasn't used to the whole 'electrically charged' thing. Not even by a long shot.
A sheepish look in his eye, he held the pick up to the woman a second time, this time for real.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 20, 2012 17:38:27 GMT -5
Well, this was disappointing. She spent a few moments grumbling to herself over the fallen guitar pick, trying to decide if it was worth climbing out of the tree and making a bigger ordeal than necessary. The guitar had been left back at the apartment so its only use was to sit in the depths of her hoodie pocket anyway. Just as she decided to leave things be, she heard a sound from somewhere behind her. The tree trunk prevented Lark from seeing who it was, but her curiosities were answered when she caught sight of someone walking beneath the tree branch. She made a noise of surprise.
It was a kid. She blinked and looked him up and down, not bothered by the silence that lingered between them. He held out the pick and a small but appreciative smile twitched on her lips as her hand moved to retrieve it. Then, as quickly as he had offered the pick, he retracted and Lark could only stare at him in confusion. What the fuck? It was an odd movement, one that did not exactly seem natural. Huh. He offered the pick yet again and this time she did not give him time to pull away--if that was what he did in the first place. "Thanks," Lark replied, flipping the faded blue pick between her fingers before placing it back into her pocket. "Was gonna just leave it for later to save me the trouble of climbing down."
The boy did not look familiar by any means, his features giving off that he was younger than her. By how many years she did not know, and for all she knew he could be older and have a young face. Either way he was not recognizable and she changed her expression from assessment to neutrality. "So who're you? You don't look familiar." Lark asked directly. No harm in being straightforward, she figured.
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Post by theepicfiend on Nov 23, 2012 18:51:16 GMT -5
"You're welcome," he nodded almost happily, knowing the proper response. He liked it when social interaction was easy like this. He watched patiently as she talked about having saved her trouble. He nodded, not wanting to repeat his 'you're welcome'. That would've been rude... right? He'd forgotten. Darn.
He waited, wondering if he should go. Just when he was about to leave, the woman spoke again, asking a nice, blunt question with only one answer. He appreciated people who were direct, even though it was a trait common in people he didn't trust. It made communication easier when people knew exactly what they wanted.
"Tiger," he answered the direct question with a direct answer. He also gave an extra tidbit of information that was vital to explaining who he was, gesturing towards the school as he did so. "I go to the Academy."
It was a fascinating concept, to him. Just mentioning that simple fact implied so much about not only him, but his nature. It made him cringe, as he waited to be judged. He wondered if she had gone to the academy as well, but figured he'd keep his mouth shut and let her speak next. She was clearly leading the conversation, and he didn't mind that in the slightest.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 24, 2012 13:01:20 GMT -5
Lark assessed him briefly. She was a fairly attentive person and took notice of the finer details but sometimes she drew a blank. Because he was not even remotely familiar it made reading him even more difficult. At least he finally said something when he said 'you're welcome', though that wasn't really much for her to respond to. Instead she merely blinked her acknowledgement.
"I'm Lark," She introduced herself. Normally she would have offered a handshake but from this height and position she would more than likely fall off of the branch and land right on top of the poor kid. Tiger was not exactly a name she was expecting, and raised an eyebrow as she asked, "Tiger, huh? Is that a nickname?" Her question was innocent; it was simply not a name she had heard of before and it sounded more like something she would hear in a sort of encouraging shout. Like, 'go get 'em tiger!' or something along those lines. Then again, 'Lark' was not exactly normal either so she supposed Tiger was not too abnormal.
Her eyes followed his finger towards the Academy and she refrained from chuckling; she figured he might have been from the school, otherwise he would not have been on the campus grounds. Unless he managed to get lost or something. "So do I." She replied with a faint smile, then figured she would correct herself. "Well actually I just graduated from high school. I'll be at the Academy college in January." That was going to be an entirely new experience and Lark was not quite sure how well it would go. At least she had her major and minor all planned out and that would make things easier. Josh would probably be proud of her drive to do well in school. "What grade're you in?" Even from this height, Tiger did not look like he would be out of high school.
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