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yogen2021-03-29 07:57 pm
closewithnewintown) wrote in yogen2021-03-29 07:57 pm
life is full of games (OPEN)
Who: Stephanie AND YOU
When: 29th-1st
What: Stephanie tries to keep herself occupied.
[all alone, unable to play outside, in a rundown location. how familiar.
but, somehow, Stephanie doubts that she can shoot a letter into the sky and fix everything, this time.
she always makes do, though, and as the days of spring break go by, she does what she does what she does best: play. she likes the auditorium best of all; until she can go outside, it's probably the most appropriate place to play. on the 29th, she's playing hopscotch, having drawn out a board using charcoal and using a piece of the same as a marker. on the 31st, she's playing Brave Knight Sir Pinky with the really neat resin knife someone decided to give a small child, fencing with her own shadow, with the sort of stance and surety that makes it clear that someone has taken the time to literally teach her fencing.]
En garde! Pret! Allez!
[she also finds herself drawn to the clock tower. sure, it's pretty high up, but it's the only way she can see outside. on the 1st, during the day, she can be found with her face pressed against the glass like a poor kid in a candy store, just looking. like she can somehow soak up some of that great outdoors through thick glass. she can also be seen writing intently in a notebook, idly nibbling on the very last of an apple core.
she has set up a makeshift bed in the corner of her homeroom class, with her extra uniform as a pillow and a "sleeping bag" that is just a length of fabric she's wrapped herself up in like a little pink burrito. she is in bed by 8:08 sharp every night, and asleep by 8:30. until such a time that this changes, she is blissfully unaware of the nightly silence.]
When: 29th-1st
What: Stephanie tries to keep herself occupied.
[all alone, unable to play outside, in a rundown location. how familiar.
but, somehow, Stephanie doubts that she can shoot a letter into the sky and fix everything, this time.
she always makes do, though, and as the days of spring break go by, she does what she does what she does best: play. she likes the auditorium best of all; until she can go outside, it's probably the most appropriate place to play. on the 29th, she's playing hopscotch, having drawn out a board using charcoal and using a piece of the same as a marker. on the 31st, she's playing Brave Knight Sir Pinky with the really neat resin knife someone decided to give a small child, fencing with her own shadow, with the sort of stance and surety that makes it clear that someone has taken the time to literally teach her fencing.]
En garde! Pret! Allez!
[she also finds herself drawn to the clock tower. sure, it's pretty high up, but it's the only way she can see outside. on the 1st, during the day, she can be found with her face pressed against the glass like a poor kid in a candy store, just looking. like she can somehow soak up some of that great outdoors through thick glass. she can also be seen writing intently in a notebook, idly nibbling on the very last of an apple core.
she has set up a makeshift bed in the corner of her homeroom class, with her extra uniform as a pillow and a "sleeping bag" that is just a length of fabric she's wrapped herself up in like a little pink burrito. she is in bed by 8:08 sharp every night, and asleep by 8:30. until such a time that this changes, she is blissfully unaware of the nightly silence.]
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[because she's. honestly becoming concerned that even the relatively younger people here don't play very often? which RIP to them but she knows grown-up Stephanie would be different.]
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I was... kind of a bookish kid, so I read a lot more than played. But, uh... I used to colour a lot. There's this game that you can play that's sort of like charades with drawings. You draw something, and the other one has to guess the word.
[Pictionary, but there's no such word for that where Noah comes from.]
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[thinking, thinking...] Have you ever played hide and seek?
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[So many desks to hide under, for example! So many closets to accidentally be locked in.]
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Also. What is a Mississippi? Well, that's a question for later.]
Yeah, let's.
[And then THERE HE GOES running down the hall! To go hide in... a classroom probably! Under a desk.]
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♫ Let it be... declared now... your flesh shall serve under me... ♫
[she peers, upside down, under the desk, grinning.]
Boo!
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Oh—!
[That "boo" shouldn't have alarmed him, but that in tandem with the weird song lyrics really got him good. Maybe he should have hidden better, too, but she's just a little kid and he didn't want to make it too unfair.]
You found me. Good job. H...hey, I just realised that I don't know your name. [He's saying this as he's climbing out from under the desk.] I'm Noah, just... by the way. Uh. Feel free to hide at will, by the way.
[Social awkwardness wins again.]
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[and with that, off she pops.
said hiding spot is, by the way, on top of one of the vending machines. she's putting her chips on the grown-up tendency to never look up, and also she just wants an excuse to climb them. it's fun.]
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The grown-up tendency to never look up, by the way, absolutely serves in Stephanie's favour, because Noah has this perception that kids her age aren't all that crafty and that she's probably hiding somewhere like a closet. Suffice it to say, he walks past her hiding spot at least five times before he just happens to catch a flash of that pink hair out of the corner of his eye, and that's when he puts his hands ever-so-dramatically on his hips and calls out,]
There you are!
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It's Stephanie. Stephanie Meanswell.