Jillian Valance (seeyouseeme) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-07-29 15:28:00 |
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Week 14, Sunday
Who: Jillian and Kate
What: Climbing trees
Where: Outdoors
When: Early Evening
Halcyon was...huge. Jillian was small-town bred, in that the small town she was from was minuscule compared to this sprawling campus. Her town didn't have a mall, barely had a grocery store, and certainly didn't have a beach. It was too easy to get lost here and Jillian had succeeded in that more often than she had finding anything. The benefit of it being large, though, was that it meant that Jillian didn't really run into too many other students. She was fairly good at avoiding people, mostly because she was like a broken radio. Silence sometimes burst into unfamiliar thought and she just moved in the direction where there was no more noise. Sometimes she had to walk in the direction of the thoughts, but she just kept her eyes low and her bag tucked close to her shoulder, moving down whatever paths she could find. Sure, she was a little paranoid since finding out that there were all sorts of creatures and kinds of people she hadn't knew existed twelve hours before, but she hadn't run into anyone who'd attempted to eat her yet. She knew that she was close when the paths ended and she saw the sand of beach. According to what Easton had said, the woods shouldn't be far from here, and she'd be able to find a tree worth climbing soon enough.
She'd worn her hiking boots and jeans, even if it was a bit warm for that, and a dark thermal that she knew wasn't going to make her stand out in the leaves. Her bag was filled with tree-climbing goodies. Gloves, a flashlight, some snacks, even a book. She loved to read hidden up inside of trees, and at least she'd be able to tell her aunt that she'd actually been outside and that she had met some people (and she had, even if they weren't face to face.) Maybe her Aunt wouldn't even disapprove, cause frankly, online interactions were great, since she wasn't going to be picking up on any stray thoughts from the person she was conversing with. It was getting dark, so Jillian pulled her bag off of her shoulder and reached into it, fishing around for her flashlight.
Palming it, she found the beginning of the woods and moved into the trees. For once, she didn't trip over her feet, moving over the fallen limbs and branches and roots easily. It was funny, really. Give her a flat surface and she'd fall on her ass. Mess it up with some greenery and she skated over it like flat perfect ice. Flashing her light into the trees, she found a large one, smiling at it's promise. Slipping her gloves on, she shifted her bag back onto her shoulders and started the upwards trek, getting a good foothold before she lifted herself against the trunk.