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Post by sage on Jul 14, 2010 14:29:01 GMT -5
The dull sound of a rushing wind was lost by the roars of the crashing waves. Perhaps a hundred or more feet looking over the ocean, the secluded area was the perfect place Sage felt at ease. The instincts within desired height and it took more than free will from flying into the sky and leaving everything behind.
The gadgets in her hand were unrecognizable, screws and tools scattered at her feet, as she peered at the machinery with keen eyes. Stained hands were gently touching the steel as if she were holding something valuable, such as gold. The once old-fashion camera looked more useless than a pile of junk, but to Sage it was more like art, a challenge.
Sitting in the very same spot for more than a few hours, the girl patiently pieced together the century old camera like a puzzle. Sharp hazel eyes scanned her precious objects with malicious delight as the high noon sun blazed hot sun rays down at the unsuspecting viewers. The breeze brought only a cool sensation before the heat won the long fought battle, and raised high as the temperature followed with it.
As sweat silently fell from her concentrating features, Sage simply scowled at the sun’s persistence and continued to shield her treasure from the streaming heat like she had been since early morning. Finally, not daring to risk her camera at the mercy of the sun, she dumped it gracefully into a pack so it wouldn’t lose the last ability it had left.
Dressed in nothing more than an emerald top and a long gold skirt, her bare feet dug into the earth’s soil. From the wooden old bench she sat on, Sage was able to see land and sea untouched by man. She brought her knees up, fluffing out her windblown hair; the sky a brilliant blue and the clouds a soft and pastel white.
Because the Drop Off was not chaperoned and rarely visited rather than a few avid sports extremists, any shape-shifting bird would instantly feel at home such as she did. Since coming to the school, Sage finally felt less haunted by nightmares and more at peace; a rare and uncommon state of mind.
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Post by Lexi Scott on Jul 17, 2010 14:02:14 GMT -5
Lexi lugged her surfboard over the rocky turf, pouting. It had all been smooth sailing this morning until only recently. The best waves could be found right at this spot, and because she had no classes until later in the afternoon, Lexi had quite a bit of free time to kill. If only she hadn't hit a reef on her old surfboard; now what was she going to do all morning? She didn't have time to go to Riverside and wait for it to get fixed, and she didn't exactly have the cash to buy a new one. So, here she was, dragging the remainder of her favorite board through the rocky sand.
Lexi pondered her misfortune, kicking a branch out of her way. She thought that she knew most of the terrain of the Ocean around the academy, but apparently she had been mistaken. Lexi hadn't gotten the opportunity to scout this far out from the school, but she figured that as long as she was careful, she would be fine. She wouldn't try that again.
A strange figure on the side of the cliff caught Lexi's attention. She was fiddling with some contraption, but the girl was too far above her head to be seen clearly. Lexi stopped and faced the figure, caught in the glare of the noonday sun. She shielded her eyes with a cupped hand, squinting up at the girl as she let her tattered board rest on one side on the ground.
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