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Post by Justin Payne on Jan 19, 2015 21:06:20 GMT
At the back of the high school rested a greenhouse among other things for those in technical and agriculturally geared classes, and while it was old and worse for wear, it served its purpose in harboring plants and flowers. While most of the student body passed it without much thought, there were at least a few that acknowledged its existence and did something with it whether because of a class or for personal enjoyment sometimes. For Justin, it was a quiet place to blow off steam and congeal his otherwise tattered thoughts.
Since freshman year, Justin had taken AG classes wherever he could fit electives in, and well into his sophomore year of high school, he’d taken more than most would ever take. Growing up on a farm, he had more experience with those sorts of things than nearly everyone else in his classes. He knew the plants, their names, their growing rates, their uses like the back of his hand, and he knew the animals, their gestures, and their uses. He was comfortable in areas that most in Summer City probably couldn’t or wouldn’t understand, and though it sometimes stressed him out socially, he appreciated it in private. He was at home within the perimeters of spacious land and open skies, and he doubted that would ever change.
The place was a haven to him, and that day with irritation like fire in his blood, he’d stowed away into the greenhouse and sat amongst the potted plants. Arms curled around his muscular legs, he rested his chin on his knees inhaling and exhaling slowly. But an hour before, he’d nearly struck a peer for reasons of idiocy and immaturity, but he’d managed to halt himself mentally assuring that it wasn’t the way to treat the matter. Ever still, even with the situation now long put to rest for most people, it wasn’t at rest for a seething young man. If I could just get my hands around him I swear… he mentally grumbled softly to himself as he tried to cool off in the quiet there.
The creaking sound of the greenhouse door opening caused Justin to hold his breath. Who it was wouldn’t be able to see him from this angle without walking further inwards anyways. He hoped they would just go away.
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Post by Danika Barris on Mar 3, 2015 7:45:43 GMT
Danika had many things to do- but she didn’t want to go home. Diamond was too fiercely independent and it grated on her nerves- and she had the urge to protect Dexter even more. Her grandmother- bless her soul did everything she could- but even the raven haired girl needed a break from being everyone’s mother. Her butterfly familiar sat on her head gently- only to disappear when she moved. Danika grew used to her ‘familiar’ quite quickly and she didn’t hesitate for the butterfly to catch up. As soon as she would stop- the butterfly would quickly appear- as if it had teleported a short distance. So when school was over- she had let loose a sigh of relief. She was going to go to one of her many havens- the greenhouse. She was one of the students who still looked after the thing- often tending to the plants and watering them. She had a beautiful few cacti in there- that seemed to ‘like’ her. She enjoyed everything about it and did what she could to make the greenhouse as clean as possible and as healthy for the plants. She always eagerly talked to the janitor about letting her in during winter break to tend to them on particularly cold days- and she took some home with her in the summer. So as she came upon the greenhouse- she was pleased to see it was the way it always was. Danika eagerly made her way inside- not even noticing the blond hiding behind the plants. Danika was so used to being alone- she didn’t notice him at first until the butterfly spoke to her softly- and only to her ‘you’re not alone’. It was whispered and she barely heard it as she turned her head around surprised. Black locks went left- then right, before focusing on the blond. She raised an eyebrow slightly- then looked to the door. “Well if you’re trying to become a plant, it’s probably not the best idea to be so close to the door.” It was bland- but she knew him. Just barely- his name- and that he was related to Isidor- the German boy. That kid was attached to Rose- the little red headed shrew who was falling into crime gleefully. “I’ll be out of here once I’m done taking care of the plants.” She informed him- guessing he was hiding from someone.
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