Post by Arienne Lestrange on Oct 22, 2008 16:18:45 GMT -6
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Arienne Cindra Symone Lestrange
Between travelling across the country to get to her new boarding school, and refusing to sleep in a place where there were several hundred eyes on her, Arienne found herself very tired as she alighted her last vehicle - the cab that drove her from the new Home she'd stay at when school wasn't in session to the place she'd be staying when it was - Castle Hill Prep.
She had dropped half of her belongings at the Home, saying that if she needed them, she'd come back for them in a couple of weeks, greeted who she was meant to greet, had a quick meeting, got some details, and was shipped straight off again. Bundled unceremoniously into a yellow cab with four large hold-alls and a suitcase on wheels, Arienne was disgruntled that she didn't even get to sleep one night in her new Home before having to go to school.
From shuttle bus to plane to train to shuttle to cab, Arienne hadn't slept in well over 24 hours, and her eyelids were beginning to droop. However, she never got the chance to even doze as the cab came to an abrupt halt outside the large gates, which were mercifully still propped open. She heard the harsh twang in the voice of the cab driver as he muttered to himself, taking out her luggage from the trunk of his precious yellow car. "Thirteen bucks." He claimed, and she was too tired to argue. She fished out the notes from her jeans' pocket and slapped them onto his hand. He didn't waste time in getting back into his vehicle and driving away.
Contemplating her luggage carefully, Arienne tried several ways of carrying her luggage before sticking with one. She had a holdall on her left shoulder, crossing diagonally to rest on her right hip, and another on her right shoulder, resting on her left hip. She had the lightest holdall in her left hand, and the last one balanced precariously atop the wheeled suitcase, whose handle was grasped tightly in her right hand. Slowly and laboriously, Arienne picked her way down the thankfully smooth path that lead up to the main doors of the school.
Bored of looking at the grey concrete, Arienne looked up and around. The sky was a bright and near-blinding blue, and there wasn't a cloud there to mar its beauty. Birds wheeled around far overhead, too far for her to specify what kinds of birds they were. Sycamores were planted alongside oak, and ash next to beech. There was the odd elm and poplar, and in the distance, she could see that the lake was lined with grieving rows of weeping willows.
The grass at either side of her was a luscious emerald green, and was dotted here and there by the flowers that no-one ever actually considered to be weeds, though they were when they grew as sporadically and randomly as they appeared to here. Daisies, buttercups, and the occasional crocus popped through the green grass, colouring the lawn oddly in spots. There was a man-made border around both of these lawns, filled with perennial flowers of all shapes, sizes and colours, though there was clearly some kind of pattern. Arienne couldn't see the pattern, but what did it matter when she could see the beauty?
Walking with her head in the metaphorical clouds wasn't always a good thing, though, and Arienne suffered for it. She miscalculated a step, and overbalanced. She hit the floor with a thud, and lay there a moment, dazed and knowing that it wouldn't be easy to get up. Her knees smarted, as did the palms of her hands, and her elbows felt as if they were on fire, but no matter. Laughing silently at herself, Arienne discarded her baggage, rearranged herself, and then proceeded to replace the bags where they had been before her little 'accident'.
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comments:[/b] I can do better, I promise!![/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
