Avery Weston (touchophobic) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-06-07 18:38:00 |
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Current mood: | contemplative |
Indecision
Who: Avery and Spencer
Where: the pool area
When: early afternoon
Avery wasn't sure if he actually wanted to swim or not. On the positive side, there weren't that many people living here, all things considered, and the pool was likely to be relatively clean. On the negative side? What if someone had thought it would be funny to relieve themselves in it while they were swimming? Based on the impressions he'd gotten from the journals, there were people here who just might do that. He'd been told that pool chemicals could kill anything, but he wasn't sure he believed it. He'd swam in the lake back in Louisiana, and anything could have been in it, but nature seemed safer somehow.
If nothing else, he was grateful to feel normal today temperature-wise. It had been exhausting to run around trying to find people to be around so he didn't have to feel that he was freezing to death. Avery decided he didn't have to figure it out for sure right then; he could go down there and see what he felt like doing. He dressed in a pair of swim trunks and put sweatpants and a t-shirt over it and made his way downstairs, inhaling the scent of chlorine and water, glancing around as he entered the pool area. Everything looked clean and fresh, and he stood next to a lounge chair, his face a study in deep contemplation.