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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Season Begins' / Saturday, December 3 / 2:42 pm
Location: Grounds
Open To: Gabe
Currently Involving: Jackie, Gabe
It had been a week since Jackie had blurted out the stupidest thing she ever did. That she had a boyfriend, and that it was Deryck Davis. But so far, the week seemed to progress smoothly. No one asked her about him, or her supposed relationship, and she was thankful. She doubted Gabe would bring it up to anybody - he was good like that - and as long as it was kept quiet, it would soon fade, no one would remember, and Gabe would move on, right? And she would move on too. And the only way she knew how to was to distance herself from him, not spend as much time with him. Soren had told her that was why she fell for him. So, now she was trying to 'un'fall for him.
That day, she had wandered onto the grounds alone, far from most of the students, as she had a purpose, a mission she wanted to accomplish. She wanted to learn how to sew... specifically to cross-stitch. She thought it would be something she could try, as she wasn't really proficient at art or music, and the only thing 'artsy' she could do was origami. She thought maybe she could improve herself, and learn new things. She knew her talents lay in flying and being athletic, but that really wasn't anything she could give someone else as a gift, was it? Maybe by learning to sew, she'd be like Kendra and be happier.
Knitting was a bust; all she could do was knit a really long string. So, she owled Mrs. Davis for some supplies and her surrogate mother (as she felt closer to Charlie's mother than to Ming's mother) had happily sent her some things. The snow flurry in the morning had left a blanket of white, but she had found a stone bench and with a quick spell, removed the icy layer. Spread around her were the cloth and different colored threads... and a big box of band-aids. Cross-stitching was definitely not Jackie's forte. How she managed to poke herself on her cheek (don't ask), her arm, and fingers... well, she had given up on episkeying herself, and settled for placing band-aids everywhere. Strawberry Shortcake band-aids were wrapped around her index fingers, one on her hand, another on her arm, one across her left cheek. She looked quite a sight, sitting on the bench, propping her legs up, setting the embroidery hoop against her knees. She didn't pay attention as she busied herself, inserting the needle through the cloth, not noticing anyone approaching.
Location: Grounds
Open To: Gabe
Currently Involving: Jackie, Gabe
It had been a week since Jackie had blurted out the stupidest thing she ever did. That she had a boyfriend, and that it was Deryck Davis. But so far, the week seemed to progress smoothly. No one asked her about him, or her supposed relationship, and she was thankful. She doubted Gabe would bring it up to anybody - he was good like that - and as long as it was kept quiet, it would soon fade, no one would remember, and Gabe would move on, right? And she would move on too. And the only way she knew how to was to distance herself from him, not spend as much time with him. Soren had told her that was why she fell for him. So, now she was trying to 'un'fall for him.
That day, she had wandered onto the grounds alone, far from most of the students, as she had a purpose, a mission she wanted to accomplish. She wanted to learn how to sew... specifically to cross-stitch. She thought it would be something she could try, as she wasn't really proficient at art or music, and the only thing 'artsy' she could do was origami. She thought maybe she could improve herself, and learn new things. She knew her talents lay in flying and being athletic, but that really wasn't anything she could give someone else as a gift, was it? Maybe by learning to sew, she'd be like Kendra and be happier.
Knitting was a bust; all she could do was knit a really long string. So, she owled Mrs. Davis for some supplies and her surrogate mother (as she felt closer to Charlie's mother than to Ming's mother) had happily sent her some things. The snow flurry in the morning had left a blanket of white, but she had found a stone bench and with a quick spell, removed the icy layer. Spread around her were the cloth and different colored threads... and a big box of band-aids. Cross-stitching was definitely not Jackie's forte. How she managed to poke herself on her cheek (don't ask), her arm, and fingers... well, she had given up on episkeying herself, and settled for placing band-aids everywhere. Strawberry Shortcake band-aids were wrapped around her index fingers, one on her hand, another on her arm, one across her left cheek. She looked quite a sight, sitting on the bench, propping her legs up, setting the embroidery hoop against her knees. She didn't pay attention as she busied herself, inserting the needle through the cloth, not noticing anyone approaching.