Halcyon Halls

Who: Sasha
What: Sky-scraping/navel-gazing. (Possibly arguing with local crows.)
Where: Zephyr roof.
When: Thursday morning

There are times when a change of scenery is about the only thing you can do. A new view, a different perspective. Teachers keep on teachin’ and preachers keep on preachin’, but, darn it all, Wonder man, was right; sometimes a person must seek higher ground.

And sometimes, Sasha thought, settling back comfortably against the roof’s angle, a girl has to get a little literal about it.

The dormitory roof was a surprisingly comfy perch, she decided. Then again, Zephir House did (theoretically) host the resident flyers and “aces”, so why wouldn’t they have an accessible roof? Well, fairly accessible. Reasonably public, anyway.

(Provided the public, y’know, tried to crack the attic lock, failed, jimmied the garret lock instead and then shimmied up some handily craggy brickwork to find a seat among the antique shingles. And for the record she was totally going to apologize about the gouges and boot marks on the attic door. Later. Really. Girl Scout’s honor.)

This morning Sasha was (as of yet) in unrepentant “off” mode: paint-speckled jeans, yellow polo shirt, reliably soled and distinctly unlovely hightops. The roof was warm from the sun; Sasha pressed her toes against the gutter, wary of the steep incline, and looked. It was a nice view, really: trees and paths, and garden shrubbery, and storybook towers, the ocean’s vivid mantle lying beyond. Very scenic, very good. Halcyon students hurried to and fro below, small as raisins. None looked up. Sasha wondered what that said about human nature—except how many of them were human?

“I am so in the wrong fairy tale,” she said conversationally to the empty, bright air. The crow nearby refused to comment. Smug bugger.

Settling back, Sasha closed her eyes against the cool, early light, and wished for nothing.

Who: Kin and ( Open? Or it can be narrative )
Where: Trying to find the Surf Shop
When: After the sun sets

He kept looking to the clock during his last class, trying to pay attention as well, but failing miserably. Thankfully he sat in the back and always slouched in his seat. With his height and all, it was kind of hard to make it look like he was listening to the lesson, and not doing his own little thing.

But once that bell rang, and the last little words could be put in by the teacher, he grabbed everything that he had, shoving it into the little backpack he carried around. The first one to leave the class, that's the way he liked it. Sit in the back, mind his own business, and not get all caught up with the other students as he is leaving. Yeah, he'd like to make friends, but were there any on his level of maturity? Maybe some. He hasn't really went out of his way to figure this out.

He didn't even bother going back to his room, all because he really had no idea where the surf shop was and didn't feel like asking for direction. He already felt semi-retarded that he asked someone in his journal if they were open late. So, leaving the school right then and there was the smartest thing to do. Hopefully he finds it before they close. When do they close? Does he even remember the time? Wait, did he even ask? Already he was cursing himself up and down for not asking the simplest question. But then again, you always do forget the simplest things.

After an hour or two of getting lost, Kin finally found it. He was exhausted, slowly getting tired of all the walking around, panicking a tiny bit, and almost about to give up his search. And here he was, standing right in front of it. A deep breath of relief was taken. Few strands of hair being pushed back before slowly making his way into the shop. First glances didn't show him much, which was a slight disappointment. He wanted in and out!

He said his hellos to whoever was working there. Really wasn't paying attention to who was, could be male or female, he didn't look up. All his eyes were on were the swim trunks. Or shorts. Whatever the kids were calling them these days.

There weren't that many to choose from, at least to his liking. Might as well just take the plain black ones, those seem to look the best. "Oh well.." he said, sighing heavily. He'll only wear them once, right? No, wait, he'll be taking more than one lesson in swimming. The black ones were taken to the front desk, paid for, and quickly leaving to get back to the school.