Winters begun.

[Laken Maywood]

Laken sat in the libraries bay window, her bare feet propped up on her bag. Its papers and fillings spilling out of the holes worn through it, hot cocoa sitting in a floral thermos. Winter had officially begun today, with the first snow of the season. Giant fluffy white flakes blew in the wind while kids ran through the knee high mounds, throwing compact balls of snow at each other. On any other day Laken would be out there too, but she had an idea in her head that she needed on paper.. Her sketchbook lay on her lap with one arm curled under it and gripping the top tightly. The other gripping a pencil and quickly, yet with great care she glided it across the page. She only paused every once in a while to examine her work. Head cocked to the side and a furrow in her brow, tapping the page lightly with her pencil and then a nod and a smile before pulling the sketchbook to her face again, resuming her work.


(sorry, im a little rusty.... )

[Chance Gracieux]

I’ve had so much extra time on my hands the last few days, I’m starting to get bored. Restless. Which is new. I’m the sort of person who can eat the same meal 63 days in a row. I people-watch for hours, I put up with all kinds of events I have no interest in. But maybe this is part of being a new person, a real person. Only cardboard cutouts don’t get bored.

And also, I’ve run out of books. I still haven’t spent my usual birthday gift certificate, and as much as I like Aaron Allston, I can’t just keep reading the same three stories for eternity.

Sighing, I turn back to scan the library’s severely inadequate supply of scifi and fantasy, wondering if it’s become time to expand my horizons a little. I like history. There’s got to be something historical around here.

I walk through the fiction section, scanning the shelves almost aimlessly, just waiting for anything eyecatching. It’s not as though I have anywhere to be, or anyone to meet.

((Too tired and rusty to figure out how he should see Laken. She can see him, or just wait 'til my next post *shrug* And I'm sort of assuming this is while Anjra is gone home.))
((Which kind of makes your banner hilarious.))

[Laken Maywood]

The winter winds begin to die as the morning turned to afternoon and the snow begins to warm in the fall sun. It's still quite cold out, but the sun through the window warms her cold feet and she stretches as she places her sketchbook back in her raggedy old bag and sits up surveying the library. She notices Chance browsing through one of the libraries aisles. Hopping up on her feet and throwing her bag over her shoulders, she skips over to him. "Hey Chance!" she grins brightly at him as the librarian shoots her a glare and quietly tells her to keep quiet.

(ill have to fix that, and Im thinking its a friday or a sunday.)

[Chance Gracieux]

Well, this is disappointing, I'm thinking - or starting to, before a voice in my ear makes me whirl around so fast that I stumble sideways into the P's and Q's, heart hammering wildly -

And of course, it's only Laken. I close my eyes, sagging against the shelf now and trying to steady my breathing. I'd tell her not to do that, but I think she gets the idea.

"Hey, Lake," I say weakly.

[Laken Maywood]

"Oh! sorry, I didnt mean to startle you." she says sympathetically. "I just finished a sketch I've been working on for a long time. Do you want to see?" Even before she has finished speaking, she has pulled out her book and has started flipping through it to find the right page.



(that was kind of meh, but i tried. )