wandering---open

[chase reed]

Chase had been up

[/b][/i][/font][/color] since three this morning, after a dream about the accident, and his dad kept him awake and lying in bed, contemplating what he was going to do with his life. After his first day of classes, not his favorite day either, he decided to walk around the school, and get a feel of where he was. he liked to know his surroundings, in case he ever needed an escape. He had found himself walking through a few different passageways, but now he was in the Main Hall, staring around him, taking in the scene of the people, the pictures, the school culture. He wasn't sure what people were talking about, he didn't even hear them really.

He walked up and down the Main Hall looking at the paintings, peering into the glass windows of trophy displays, learning about the history of the school. As far as he could tell this school was very impressive, plenty of awards, great achievements from past alumni. There were paintings of beautiful women and handsome men. He didn't know the story about the school, and he didn't really know anyone to ask, but maybe one day, if he ever got a friend, he would ask.

Chase found an empty space on the wall, a little to the corner of the room and sat in it, puling out his ipod and turning it on. He put both headphones in and closed his eyes. it was peaceful but lonely here. The music soothed him though, it made his life seem calm and simple; he listened to classical, and country music, and some other stuff, but mainly his ipod was filled with piano concertos, piano being his favorite instrument, to hear and to play. As his favorite piece by Beethoven began in his ears he opened his eyes and started to finger the notes on his thighs.

As the piece came to a close he looked up at the room. he liked being in populated places, when people weren't being annoying. He enjoyed watching people, it was easy for him to pick out social tendencies, the way one person acted around different people. He liked to see people happy, it gave him a sort of hope for his future. another one his favorite pieces came on, it was Wagner this time, and he smiled to himself as he observed the people around him, wondering if he would ever fit in somewhere, wondering if his past would ever cease to haunt him.[/blockquote]

[eva garnet]

A gentle breeze blew across the courtyard as Eva half-walked, half-danced from her last class of the day. She had no particular destination in mind, rather was quite keen to wander for now, though she already knew the campus like the back of her hand. She smiled softly to herself as her gaze swept the area, taking in the trees with their new blossoms and the green grass that was steadily coming back to life. Spring was, by far, her favourite season. It was a time of new life, when the grey, seemingly dismal seasons of life sprouted into something beautiful. Like a well-worked musical performance, springtime had the ability to spark hope and happiness in the lives of its spectators. Truly, no other season could even begin to compare.

As beautiful as it was outside, however, her feet carried her along the path leading back to the main hall. There was a joy in being out of doors on a day like this, but she felt certain that she would gain even more joy from finding a friend or two to spend the remainder of her afternoon with. As her eyes scanned the magnificent room, searching for a familiar face among those gathered there, she noted a figure off by himself. She had not seen him around before. At the least, she couldn’t remember ever having seen him, and she rarely forgot a friendly face. She could not be certain, of course, if he was actually a friendly person at all—he was off all alone, however—but he seemed harmless enough. Perhaps he was shy or plagued by a lack of friends, for whatever reason. The thought made her heart ache for him, even without knowing his story, and with a step that more resembled a skip, she headed toward the corner where the young man was sitting.

As she grew closer, she noted his fingers, long and slender, playing an imaginary piano against his leg. She noted, just after, the headphones placed carefully in his ears, and a grin threatened to split open her face. He wasn’t unfriendly at all, then, simply lost in his music. She could relate well enough to that, as music was one of the most essential parts of her life. Still grinning, she unceremoniously plopped herself down directly across from him on the floor. She did not stop to consider, for one moment, that he might be so consumed with his music that he might not wish to be disturbed, or that she was in any way invading his personal space. Instead, she simply hoped that his music was not too terribly loud as she opened her mouth to speak.

“Hi there. I’m Eva. And you are?” She studied his hands for a moment before looking up once more and asking, gently, “Do you play, then?”