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Post by ELIZAVETA HEDEVARY on Sept 23, 2010 20:29:17 GMT 8
The quiet ambience of the courtyard was admirable, really. Coupled with the ever frosty breeze of Endelige, Elizaveta was more or less satisfied with the place. It was mildly breezy, and the seventeen year old lass was huddled in her more comfortable attires. Despite the whole context of this being a school, she never found herself attached to conforming to proper attire.
She had found herself a relatively form fitting sweater vest, which she had coupled with the school's plaid skirt, a rather crumpled white shirt, red cardigan slung over her shoulders. As much as she did not want to admit it, Elizaveta was a girl who did need her reading glasses, which were perched onto the bridge of her nose quaintly, her emerald eyes scanning the lines of the tome in her palms.
Briefly she shut her eyes, hoping to absorb what she just read. The weather was all too good for a short slumber, which Lizzy did not quite object to. While school had not caught up with her, she had been experiencing an apparent lack of sleep, which was proving to be rather detrimental as eye bags began to form beneath her usually refreshed eyes. She rubbed them and stifled a yawn, resisting the urge to just fall asleep then and there.
Grinding her teeth (a really bad habit of hers that she never quite got rid of) against each other, Lizzy peered about. People flocked to the courtyard for it was an ideal meeting place, but yet it appeared forlorn and quiet, almost deserted. Humming to herself, the lifeless surroundings began to irk her, as a frown creased on her face, mumbling incoherently under her breath.
Noting the page number and snapping the book up with a loud thud, she reclined into the bench and closed her eyes, unconsciously falling asleep in the middle of it.
way to make an intro, lizzy.
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Post by LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT on Sept 30, 2010 23:11:56 GMT 8
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Whenever he needed to clear his head, Ludwig temporarily fled his responsibilities for the open freedom of the courtyard. Whether it was to read a novel, attempt to socialize, or just organize his thoughts, he found the ever-present breezes and cool air of the open area the best remedy for his concentration.
The courtyard was also the perfect place for a quick jog, which was Ludwig's current (and more practical) reason for being there at the moment. Clad in a faded and slightly worn running suit, the tall young man had been doing laps around the outside of the courtyard for a hall hour, and at last he slowed to a halt, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead and taking a deep breath of the clear air. The place was hardly ever crowded, and today was no exception; perhaps just its status as a large open space prevented real crowds from forming. Whatever the case, it felt relaxing to Ludwig, as though he had the entire expanse to himself.
As he stretched his limbs and glanced around the area, his eyes caught a flash of red near one of the benches. As he approached curiously, the color grew into a form, that of a sweater, specifically one worn by another student. Ludwig recognized the girl, but couldn't quite place a name to her face; he'd always been rather bad at keeping track of people - and she was in his own faction, for crying out loud! He really had no excuse.
Weighing the options available to him, Ludwig settled on being responsible and, nearing the bench, he set a gentle hand on the sleeping woman's shoulder. Giving her a small shake, he cleared his throat slightly and spoke, "You're going to catch a cold if you sleep out here for too long, you know."
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