Who: Coralyn and Open When: Morning Where: The Park
Bright blue earbuds were stuffed into Coralyn's ears as she scrolled through a collection of playlists on the white iPod. After a few seconds there was nothing but the sound of Saving Jane playing in her head; it was locked and shoved into the front pocket of her well-worn jeans. The metallic blue digital Nikon was scooped up off of a strangely bare eggshell dresser, secured around her wrist by the string, and the door to her room was closed behind her. The house was quiet, dark, and empty. It was sort of like a tomb or a library; breathing too loudly seemed like it would disrupt something That was typical, and she breezed through the very plain rooms without even glancing around. The key to the apartment was stashed in her empty pocket and the door was tugged closed.
The outdoors suited her better though the weather left something to be desired. It took her about twenty minutes of dawdling around to get where she was going -- though destination was a very loose term at this point. The park wasn't very busy yet, maybe it wouldn't be if everyone was at the festival. There was the occasional runner defying the treadmill, a guy with a dog that liked chasing a neon orange Frisbee (the dog, not the guy), and the potential for the beginnings of a basketball game.
Coralyn trudged across the grass, brushed off a swing though there was technically wrong with it, and flopped down. The iPod was fished out to check the time and she wrinkled her nose before replacing it. She didn't feel like pictures today and made no attempt to take them but let the camera hand lifelessly attached to her wrist as she stared at her shoes and turned the swing so the chains would coil. Her Mary Jane's were dirty; covered in dirt and a little wet from the grass or something. They'd clean themselves somehow. When she had reached her tip-toes she pulled her feet up and the swing spun her around making the world blur. It was going to be a long day unless she wanted to brave going home.