silvermoonlady (silvermoonlady) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-08-02 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaida, sydni |
Week 15: Monday
Who: Jaida and Sydni
What: An introduction (About time!)
Where: On the beach
When: Late
Sydni had begun to feel claustrophobic in her room. She'd been so busy with clean up duty and classes she hadn't really been able to go for her walks on the beach as she was wont to do. So, even though it was late, and she was tired, her homework was done and she headed down to the beach for a walk.
She was worried about Frankie again. She had cut their AIM convo short rather abruptly, and if Frankie was anything like Sydni, she needed to move when she was upset. So the fact that she went running didn't make her feel any better. And, of course, when she started thinking about one thing, everything else started piling on... Charlie, Davia, Justina, Charlie... God she was stupid. She knew damn well she had no business falling for him. And then, she wanted so desperately to be there for Davia, but she didn't know that it would ever happen again. Not like it had been before. She still hadn't heard from Justina, too. She hadn't dared call her, but she wondered how she was.
It was hot, even at night, and Sydni was wearing a dark tank, and short, frayed jean shorts. Despite that, the heat was making it difficult for her to think clearly. She contemplated taking a dip, even with her clothes on, but she decided that walking back to the school sopping wet would be no fun. Instead, she waded in to just about the middle of her calves and walked that way down the beach. When she couldn't feel her toes anymore, she trudged through the surf to the sandy beach and continued her unplanned journey down the beach.
It was then that she saw another figure on the beach. As she got closer, she recognized the woman from her Supernatural Races class. How couldn't she with that amazing hair? Sydni was a bit jealous of people who could have completely wild hair like that. She'd always wanted purple streaks, but it just wouldn't have worked for her. She didn't have the complexion, style, or personality for it. She wracked her brain for the woman's name, but it just wasn't coming to her. She continued her path, not really avoiding the approaching figure, but she was open to a meeting tonight. It couldn't hurt.