Lazy Afternoon, Open!

[Lynne Oliver]

No matter how wild Lynne seemed, she could still appreciate serenity at the right time and if she was in the right mood. This afternoon, she had traded her usual activity of acting like a madwoman and going out of her way to cause trouble for something much more peaceful. Lynne was doing nothing more than lying on her back, watching the clouds drift through the bright blue sky and listening to the duck quack.

Though, Lynne was still breaking a good number of rules, mostly without the intention of doing so. Before she went out, she stopped by her room to drop off her corset, that probably counted as a dress cut. Lying on the ground was not exactly ladylike, that would at least be worth a scolding. She also had not pad attention to the fact that her skirt had bunched up well above her ankles or that she ran th risk of getting grass stains on her uniform. Mischief seemed to follow Lynne, whether she wanted it to or not.

The sun got to be a bit to bright, so she rolled on to her stomach. Her mind began to wander away from the beautiful serenity of the moment. Was there somewhere she needed to be? Did she have class? Maybe. No, maybe not. Well, she wasn't about to go anywhere; she was perfectly happy where she was. Besides, what's the fun of doing something that doesn't carry a little bit of risk? Again, mischief followed her.

A lone duck waddled up closer to her. Too close. All Lynne could see were its orange feet. She wasn't particularly fond of ducks, so she half-heartedly tried shoo it away. The animal reacted badly to the gesture and immediately began flapping its wings and squawking in a threatening manner. So much for a peaceful afternoon.

[James Townsend]

James jumped horribly when he heard the noises coming from the insulted duck. He had been making notes in his journal based off an idea that had come to him in the night when he had been half asleep. His state attributed to the fact that his growing idea sounded more than a little bit insane. He didn’t even know if it was possible, but it occupied his mind anyway.

The whirling gears of his mind screeched to a halt when he heard the duck, he looked up from his journal for the first time in half an hour and realized someone else had sought the peaceful surrounding of the pond, not to mention its distance from the school. The latter had been the reason why he was willingly surrounding himself by the great outdoors. He was certain that the staff in this place wouldn’t approve of the contents of his journal. Though he shouldn’t project his reasons onto others.

No matter her reasons, the girl was being attacked by a duck it seemed. He sat for a moment on the fallen log he had used as a seat, slightly taken aback by the sight. It was the first time he had seen such a thing. James wasn’t aware what temperamental creatures ducks were. But then he stood and made his way over to the pair, unsure just what he planned to do when he reached them.

“Um, excuse me, do you require any assistance?” He asked the girl on the ground. It was typical James behavior. When in doubt, be polite.