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Post by Camille on Jan 16, 2012 19:04:12 GMT -5
A long day behind me, Camille lay in the garden behind the schools, next to thesport fields. It had been a few day since the fall through that hole, or maybe a miracle more or less. The people here had been much nicer than at my old school and home. The even though I hadn't made a friend yet, it was more than enough. So I lay in the tall, sweet smelling, grass. Flowers formed a barrier of aromas aroundher me as well as the mints and her favorite herb, chamomile. With a good book in hand, I read the overwhelming scents made her feel woozy.
A white dresslay over her tall figure, small dirt stains dotting the bodice. A snap of a twig under pressure woke me up from my daydream.
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Post by Logan on Jan 17, 2012 17:34:14 GMT -5
Logan was coming back from fencing pratice when he spotted the girl lying in the gardens. He approached slowly so as not to startle her. His emerald eyes looked into hers, calculating. Finally he knelt down beside her with a smile. "Hello, I'm Logan and I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have of where you are right now," he said helpfully. He was a prefect so it was his job to help all of the new people. He stood slowly and wiped down his casual jeans and t-shirt because it was after school hours. He titled his head and smiled softly holding out his hand to the girl on the ground.
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Post by Camille on Jan 17, 2012 17:56:57 GMT -5
Looking over to see a boy knelt down beside her, "Actually I'd like to know the history of this place." I grabbed Logan's hand, pushing myself off the ground. "But it's a pleasure meet you, Logan. My name is Camille." I greeted simply shaking his hand with an equally warm smile. I brushed off the excess grass bits, and gave a little curtsie, more like I was bending over though. "Anyway nice to meet you." I finished.
(got to eat, brb)
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