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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 1:55 pm
Outside Amityville High, the grounds were dismal and chilly, the clouds hanging low in the mottled grey sky. It smelled of rain, but it was not raining just yet, however much it threatened to. Inside of Amityville, by contrast - at least in the reaper dorms - it was warm and dry, the candles on the walls low lit to provide an elegant sort of ambiance for the residents.
Sparrow, of course, was outside.
Being inside lately had felt too stuffy; he had the distinct feeling of cabin fever, the jittery nervousness that had been plaguing him since his untimely "death" and the arrival (and exit) of the hunters.
He hated feeling this pathetic, but so far nothing he'd done had worked.
So now Sparrow was out on the grounds, walking around aimlessly. He supposed he should be doing something productive, like preparing for his exam (except that was slightly difficult when one had no idea what the exam would be like), or phoning home again (his family had been pestering him for days), but to be perfectly honest, he felt like doing none of these things.
So he didn't. And meandered about the Amityville campus feeling rather idiotic.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:40 pm
Sammy was no different, her life was a bit of a mess right now all around. Some things where working out, she was with Siddie proper again, but the recent turn of events, the hunters, and Riley being wounded the way she was left Sammy on edge. So she marched around the school grounds.
All around her leaves tumbled about in the growing wind that would be bringing rain. She didn't worry about it though, she simply kept walking head low and hands stuffed in her jacket pockets.
Eventually she stumbled on another wandering soul, and by stumble she meant run face first into him falling backwards as she was too busy staring at her feet to even notice the person walking right at her.
"Oh Jack dammit..." she scrambled up, being undead a thump to the head was hardly a problem and she was already leaning over to offer a hand to the boil, "Hey get up man. C'mon."
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 2:12 pm
What Sparrow had not expected was for someone to smack into him abruptly while he was wandering around moping to himself. As it was, he stumbled, tripped backwards, and landed rather unceremoniously on his behind on the ground.
"Ow."
A female voice caught his attention, and then suddenly someone was looming over him, peering down and holding out a hand.
"Er," mumbled Sparrow, his face slightly red. "Thank you."
He accepted her offer and pushed himself to his feet, brushing off his now dirt streaked legs. There was a small sigh, and then Sparrow turned to face the newcomer. It wasn't someone he recognized, but that was not really all that unusual, considering that Sparrow still knew hardly anyone here.
"Sorry," he murmured, pushing his hair away from his eyes and giving the ghoul an apologetic look.
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