Nov 30, 2006 20:15
Spacer Boy is brooding on the roof.
What? Everyone else does it.
In his hands is a feather, large and patterned with white and reddish-brown. He turns it over and over, his feet dangling over the side of the roof, and wonders what kind of creature it came from.
jim hawkins
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X has appeared. She does that sometimes.
She dangles her feet over the side, too.
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"Oh, hey," he says, softly. He twists the feather between a finger and thumb and holds it closer to her. "A kind of bird, right?"
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She takes it gently from his hands and looks at the stem. "Red tailed hawk. I've seen one. It probably dropped this recently--the color's still new."
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Jim peers at the feather. It's a very nice feather. All . . . feathery and stuff.
"How have you been?"
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"Hey, you seen anybody else up here? Guy who looks just like me, orange hair, teenager? Probably hyper, maybe jumping around a lot?"
Ichigo's not crazy. Really!
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Jim doesn't care if you're crazy, Ichigo! Jim doesn't care about anything! Watch him not care.
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"What's up with you?"
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"Hey, where'd you get that feather?"
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And now he's got downtime, to wander over to the edge of the roof and look over the city and--hey, person.
With a sign of life. Not many of those here.
"Did you see the bird?"
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