A Secluded Area of the Park, Monday Noon
Viki was uneasy-there’d been an ending, she’d been around for it, somehow she was graduated (and what, really, did that mean to her?). She didn’t know, but that they’d given her a piece of paper and it was supposed to be important and so it went in the small bag that she was toting around constantly now out of well prepared paranoia.
Not that it stopped her from talking a walk, despite the misty drizzle that dampened the leaves and the grass, and herself. It was only water, after all, and not that cold. The wet also served as a distraction because, generally, she rarely made it to endings.
Like feasts, she seemed to be cursed. And yet, this time, this year, she’d made it to many feast-party-situations, and now had even made it past the end. Her brow furrowed; that sounded odd. Past the end meant... what?
She shrugged, a bit irritably, and shook out her hair. Strands of it stuck to her face, her hands, tangling in her bag. Some of it ached, but that was alright. It was hers, so it was allowed to tug and pull and make her grimace as she swung the bag off one shoulder, making sure to keep a tight grip on it-losing it now, when she had sketchbooks, and pencil crayons, and crayons, and what Dinah had called an MP3 player and the batteries that made it run, and her... Important Piece Of Paper (Diploma? What did that mean?) would be foolish. Her savings she’d converted to potch, and again she wondered if she should’ve, perhaps, given her notice-but if she wasn’t leaving, then why would she quit?-but leaving gave no warning and the world would keep moving.
It did not stop for one girl, after all.
Her hair untangled, and tossed over one shoulder to drape down her side so that it would (hopefully) not get itself caught up in her bag again--maybe an hour, she guessed, before it happened-Viki idly walked through the park, glancing at the trees, and wondering if perhaps she ought to go and talk to people. Surely they would provide a better distraction than the trees, though the trees and the water and the grass all did their best?
The sneeze crept up on her all unaware. Sneezed tended to do that, at least to her.
“Achoo!” Not even a full second to think, though her hand tightened convulsively on her bag-a weary but glad ‘here we go again’ sigh-as she disappeared.
And the spot she'd been standing on was empty.
[And Viki is gone from Fandom! (Abrupt and no goodbyes, but that’s canon sadly. ^^ )]
Not that it stopped her from talking a walk, despite the misty drizzle that dampened the leaves and the grass, and herself. It was only water, after all, and not that cold. The wet also served as a distraction because, generally, she rarely made it to endings.
Like feasts, she seemed to be cursed. And yet, this time, this year, she’d made it to many feast-party-situations, and now had even made it past the end. Her brow furrowed; that sounded odd. Past the end meant... what?
She shrugged, a bit irritably, and shook out her hair. Strands of it stuck to her face, her hands, tangling in her bag. Some of it ached, but that was alright. It was hers, so it was allowed to tug and pull and make her grimace as she swung the bag off one shoulder, making sure to keep a tight grip on it-losing it now, when she had sketchbooks, and pencil crayons, and crayons, and what Dinah had called an MP3 player and the batteries that made it run, and her... Important Piece Of Paper (Diploma? What did that mean?) would be foolish. Her savings she’d converted to potch, and again she wondered if she should’ve, perhaps, given her notice-but if she wasn’t leaving, then why would she quit?-but leaving gave no warning and the world would keep moving.
It did not stop for one girl, after all.
Her hair untangled, and tossed over one shoulder to drape down her side so that it would (hopefully) not get itself caught up in her bag again--maybe an hour, she guessed, before it happened-Viki idly walked through the park, glancing at the trees, and wondering if perhaps she ought to go and talk to people. Surely they would provide a better distraction than the trees, though the trees and the water and the grass all did their best?
The sneeze crept up on her all unaware. Sneezed tended to do that, at least to her.
“Achoo!” Not even a full second to think, though her hand tightened convulsively on her bag-a weary but glad ‘here we go again’ sigh-as she disappeared.
And the spot she'd been standing on was empty.
[And Viki is gone from Fandom! (Abrupt and no goodbyes, but that’s canon sadly. ^^ )]