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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:14 pm
Armed with a bag full of papers, printouts, magazines, and notebooks, Thackery trekked out to a bench near the Well, hoping to take advantage of the perfectly dreary day. The breeze was not too heavy, and the fog not too thick - ideal for taking his novice-level designing outdoors.
He normally would not have let any of this show up in public, but the dorms were feeling so stuffy lately. They reminded him of Ash's nightmares or stupid crazy things from Christmastival or weekends spent alone, and those kinds of thoughts were pretty stifling for creativity.
So his plan to solve this was to plop down on this bench, siphon some luck from the close proximity to the Well, and paste together ideas for new styles.
And that's exactly what he did. After making himself as comfortable as he possibly could on a bench out in the elements, he dumped the bag's contents into his lap, shuffling them around until something caught his eye.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 8:06 pm
It was a delightfully dreary day, and Sparrow was, surprisingly, outside for once. Under normal circumstances he might have preferred to stay indoors, or perhaps go and find Wren, but he was feeling a bit too...stuffy inside of his dorm room, and figured a nice walk would clear his head.
Hopefully.
With Serendipity perched atop his shoulder, her tail curling about his neck fondly, Sparrow set off across the grounds of Amityville with no particular destination in mind, his gloved hands slipped into the pockets of his trousers. He was humming quietly to himself, and not entirely paying attention to where his feet took him.
Which was probably why, when he ended up somewhere near the Well, Sparrow was more than a little confused.
"Oh," he said, to no one in particular, not even seeing the black haired boil sitting on the bench just yet. "Well then."
It was a nice spot, however, and Sparrow had brought along a book to read, so he slipped it from his pocket and settled himself on the bench, one casually leg crossed over the other.
Serendipity, however, was more curious about the boil, and tilted her head towards him, making a soft mewling sound.
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