A New Wind [ OPEN ]

Mareep · Mar 30, 2015

A gentle breeze caressed a particular Doctor's face as she laid underneath a tree in the courtyard. What was supposed to be another busy day was turned into a somewhat calm, serene afternoon after most of the faculty had postponed some of their classes to make way for a few seminars.

Not that it was done often, but when they did: students rejoiced over their extra day off. Over the distance, cheers could be heard. Small laughs of victories as students slowly emptied the otherwse busy school as they headed out from their morning classes and into their dorms to rest.

For the most part, Grace had one-upped them on that factor. She had taken a nap underneath a big tree in the courtyard, diary in hand. She was in the middle of writing when sleep came over her, and took her in it's arms to somewhere.

She turned her head as her eyes slowly fluttered open, a yawn escaping from her mouth as she stretched out.

What was she doing?

She took the book in her hand, knowing that her diary had all the answers. Grace had no ability to recall most of her memories; she was dependent on that book, and her writing, to remember the small things that people take for granted.

Her nose in her book, she read the contents of what she wrote for today not necessarily aware of who was coming her way.

Raffaele · Mar 30, 2015

Enzo strolled through the expansive courtyard, scribbling intently on the paper airplane he had crafted under his desk during morning class. Light streamed down through the branches of the trees around him, highlighting the ground with a gorgeous pattern of shadow and illumination, and yet he ignored his surroundings completely. Even the salty breeze that played through his thick mane of curly dark hair, ordinarily a sensation that would have called forth nostalgic thoughts of his seaside hometown, failed to draw his attention.

He'd been trying for the past week to create a seal that would allow him to create a lift generating winged device, with the ultimate goal of building a glider with which to fly. Although his power granted him a general idea of the seal's design, he had to tweak it and work with it until it was finally perfected. This one in particular had been taking quite a bit time and effort, and despite Enzo's relaxed nature, it was starting to irritate him. Why wouldn't the damned thing just work?

Finishing up the seal with a grimace, he cocked his arm back to launch the paper craft. Initially he'd thought that it would only take a few iterations before he'd be able to move on to a real glider, and yet this would be his dozenth attempt to date!

Releasing the plane, he watched as it was caught by an audible updraft... and then took off into the sky! Finally, his seal had managed to draw it into the air rather than towards the ground! The white, streamlined lance of paper rode the wind currents like waves, its path following a gentle repeating arc as it reached higher and higher. Enzo gave a grin. Maybe this would truly be the last version he did in paper!

That hope was dashed as the plane suddenly dove downwards, its nose pointed directly at... was that a teacher?

"Cazzo!" he cursed, dashing forwards with the hope of catching the damned thing before it struck the adult, who appeared to be reclining under a tree with no way of knowing that the device was presently hurtling towards them.

Suddenly, the boy's footing gave way to nothing, and for a moment he felt the flying sensation he had been seeking since he'd arrived at the island school, before his outstretched arms met the dirt and he slid across the ground. Coming to a stop directly in front of the woman, the first thing he noted was that she was unfamiliar to him, and quite pretty at that! A moment later, he looked down to realize that his forearms had been left a gouged, bloody mess by the surprisingly gravely surface of the courtyard ground.

"Owww!" he practically gasped, as scarlet began to course down his arms.

Mareep · Apr 2, 2015

Of the many things that she had written on volumes upon volumes on her diary, there was little about her family. Admittedly, there had been little to write, since she barely remembered them to begin with. Whatever relationship they had developed disappeared instantly. It was for this reason that Grace was on her own earlier than most children; she was lucky enough to have everything work out into the calm that it is now.

Calm, until of course, her auburn hair happened to be the soft landing that the paper plane needed. It was stuck there for a second, until the doctor pulled her face off the book and looked around for what was the thing that landed on the back of her head. Reaching behind her, she looked inquisitively on the piece of paper that had hung from her brown locks, and then watched with mild amusement as it's owner dashed into the rocky ground she stood on.

Kneeling to meet his eyes, she put away her book at a pocket inside her coat and searched her pockets for a handkerchief. "That's certainly a way to make an entrance." Once she got hold of the piece of cloth, she would use it to wipe off dirt the boy's face and arms before handing over the plane that caused the ruckus.

"Is this yours?"

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A New Wind [ OPEN ]

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