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Post by Dalia Fable on Jan 26, 2008 23:12:05 GMT -5
[ sorry. as everyone knows, I suck at starting threads ]
Dalia wasn't particularily a big fan of the Courtyard, having had interesting experiences previously. However, today she had no excuse to avoid it and so was now in the center of it, looking around blindly as if she had forgotten why she was out here. Honestly she really wasn't that sure why she was out here. It was cold, she was cold, and she wanted to go back into the school, but really wanted to avoid class for as long as she could. So rather then going back into the building she sat on one of the benches, looking around for any sign of life.
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Post by Blake Lee on Jan 26, 2008 23:38:55 GMT -5
The cool fall breeze swept across the courtyard as Blake wandered across, coming to a stop in the middle. It was relatively chilly out, possibly the reason on why the courtyard is so empty. Shivering slightly, Blake wrapped his jacket a bit tighter around him as he looked around, squinting slightly as the cold breeze felt like it was drying out his eyes. After spending most of his time in his dorm that day, he wanted some fresh air. Opening a window just hadn’t been good enough. Now, he was tempted to head back to the dorms.
Blake’s gaze landed upon a slim blond girl not far from where she was. He recognized her instantly as Dalia Fable. He hasn’t talked to her in awhile, and vaguely wondered if she remembered who he was. He was still as he looked her way, wondering if he should approach her and say something. He didn’t really know Dalia that well so he didn’t know if he should just walk up to her and talk to her. She might be there to meet someone else anyway, or maybe she just wanted to be left alone. Those thoughts swirled around Blake’s mind as he stood there, crossing his arms in attempt to keep warm. He glanced back towards Dalia, seeing she was now sitting on a bench, though he was still hesitant on going up to her. Instead, he simply nodded a greeting to her to see what she would do. If she had something else to do she would probably ignore him, or make it obvious she didn’t want to talk. Usually Blake was fairly good at reading people’s expressions and trying to figure out what they’re thinking, though generally not when he doesn’t know the person very well.
Dropping his gaze, Blake looked down to the ground and kicked a small pebble, watching it roll across the hard ground along some of the different colored leaves as he sighed. He wished he had more confidence when it came to approaching other people to talk to.
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