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Post by boingpop on Apr 14, 2007 15:44:27 GMT -5
Jean had been walking along the beach for sometime, having started much further north, he now found himself on the southern beach near the Wolfsbane dorm. He sort of glanced at it, both a feeling of distaste and then regret for disliking a group just because of the stereotype. Ian didn't seem like that, and that was really the only deception from his original idea of them he'd ever encountered. He wasn't particularly quick to resolve that the group who'd attacked him on the beach had feelings, or didn't deserve to be hated for that matter.
He walked closer to the water now, as if trying to make distance between the building's facade and himself. The wind blew past him and he turned in its direction, his hair now blowing back. He smiled and stared off at the water as the sun hit it. Smiling to himself, he didn't see much that could go wrong then. He hoped not at least.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 14, 2007 15:52:28 GMT -5
Ian had been swimming out in the water . . . well, if it could be called swimming; it was a very informal sort of movement consisted of rotating out long strokes, aggressive dives, secret underwater flips and handstands, and the occasional surfacing to attempt to float, which never seemed to last more than a moment or two before parts of him seemed to sink, tipping him over so he was forced to start moving again. He didn't particularly mind; he was feeling very active today and even in this southerly climate the ocean was refreshed frequently by cold burst of more northern currents; it wasn't too comfortable to be still for long. Ian surfaced again, brushing back wet tendrils of hair and squinting curiously in the direction of the beach; he thought he knew the increasingly familiar figure, but he wasn't sure . . . the Wolfsbane dove shallowly towards the shore, covering more distance than necessary at the faster underwater speed; when he stood the water barely reached his knees . . . he brushed the sand off of himself; he'd scraped a little against the wet sand at the bottom. Ian confirmed that it was in fact Jean, and waved enthusiastically and called out, "Hey there! You're awful far about the isle, aren't you?"
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Post by boingpop on Apr 14, 2007 16:00:10 GMT -5
Jean watched him then answered. "Hey..." He paused for a moment looking back to the north. "Yea, I guess I am sort of..." He admitted the notion of being in wolfsbane's shadow once again causing a bit of worry. He should've turned around quite a while ago... "Didn't mean to come so far, just sort of kept walking..." There was a drop in his voice and he was silent for a moment. "I should probably head back huh?" He said looking back to him as his face formed a questioning stare.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 14, 2007 16:16:26 GMT -5
Ian shrugged. "I don't care . . . it's not my beach . . . " He sort of stood there, dripping wet, until it occured to him that he ought to step out of the water instead of standing there with the waves lapping at his calves. He ran onto the shore and grabbed his towel; he didn't have his wand on him and drying charms were a little sketchy when used on bare skin anyway. Standing there with the worn crimson cloth, he turned back to Jean and commented, "You know, that's exactly how I ended up roundabouts towards Kinrick that one day . . . started walking and just kept going. I'm pretty sure I could walk all the way to the Canadian border from the mainland if I stayed on the shore."
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Post by boingpop on Apr 15, 2007 18:04:04 GMT -5
Jean laughed still looking back up the beach. He'd started moving his foot back and forth in the sand making a line as the resulting trench got deeper. He stopped from this action and looked back at him. "Isn't it a bit cold to be swimming?" He asked glancing momentarily out to he water than back to a wet Ian. "Doesn't seem like the most enjoyable notion, to be out there..."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 15, 2007 18:28:16 GMT -5
"sure, for most people it might be, but I'm completely insane, or hadn't you heard?" Ian asked cheerfully. Out of the water now, the light breeze drew teh hairs on his body upright and he shivered from his dropping body temperature, though the air wasn't particularly cold. "Actually, the first five or ten minutes aren't too much fun, but at the heat of the day it's possible, especially after I get moving," he explained, finished with the towel and trading it for his clothes, which he simply pulled on over his trunks.
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Post by boingpop on Apr 15, 2007 19:12:23 GMT -5
"I guess you are." He agreed watching him. He found him quite odd, he didn't see why he was putting dry cloths over wet. Jean was silent then having nothing else to say. He wondered if he should be saying something as the length of the silence grew longer.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 15, 2007 19:20:14 GMT -5
Ian laughed a little. "So you agree then . . ." he said, and pulled his wand out of his back pocket; it was really quite amazing it hadn't fallen to the ground when he'd put his jeans on. Ian tapped it once against them and his shirt; the drying charm worked quite well when he wasn't using it on bare skin. Throughly free of water, he looked now at Jean, digging for some topic of conversation other than his own insufficience of sanity. "So . . . do you go for a lot of walks? This makes twice I've run into you on the beach after all."
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Post by boingpop on Apr 15, 2007 19:31:48 GMT -5
"I guess I do." Jean affirmed without really committing to the idea. "Its nice out here... sometimes." He remembered back to the night he'd met Ian, when the group had jumped him. "Might not be the best thing, but its better than staying inside all the time." He smiled and looked up at the sky. He hadn't moved from his position, not sure weather he should or not. He didn't know if Ian really wanted to be talking to him, or if it was a matter of pleasantry.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 15, 2007 19:58:09 GMT -5
"So do I, actually, its quite nice and-with the strange exception of you-seems to be mostly a solitary thing," he noted with a grin. "But that's all right; you're a change from the normal people I have around me anyway." He thought of the Wolfsbane inhabitants, and while they were a varied bunch, they were still Wolfsbanes. Ian look out over the ocean, down the curving coast to his left, which could be followed around to Aeridorn if one kept along the shore going east. He had a few friends in that house as well; his brother was in it after all, and Aeridorns and Wolfsbanes were not entirely unlikely to get along. Ian curled his toes into the sand and looked down . . . he almost felt guilty; he'd held quite a different opinon of Kinrick's before Jean, who didn't match his perceptions at all. More than guilt, Ian embraced new knowledge and promised himself he'd examine what else Kinrick had to offer to him. "Who aren't as fantastically unique as I insisted . . . listen, I'm sorry for saying what I did about Kinrick parties and Wolfsbane bonfires . . . looks like they're not as spectacular as I remembered anyway," he offered as a way of mitigating his words.
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Post by boingpop on Apr 15, 2007 20:12:35 GMT -5
Jean grinned and turned back to him. "Thats nice of you to say..." His words were light, as if he'd suddenly found himself more comfortable. "But hey, I was wrong too... I'd never even been to one- I shouldn't have argued it." Jean took a step or two toward Ian. He looked down slightly. "I'm sorry as well." He said in a crisp tone, raising his head when he was finished with the sentence. He rubbed the side of his arm as a small gust of wind blew down the beach.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 16, 2007 18:21:07 GMT -5
"So now that you have been to one . . . what do you think? Did you mean that thing you said about them being nothing but drinking and fire? I think there's more than that . . ." Ian said haltingly, knowing that party had proved nothing different, but it was true. "Sometimes, anyway . . . you should come to another one sometime." Ian grinned at him. "I'd be more than willing to try out a few Kinrick parties in return. This . . . 'dancing' thing you mentioned . . ." And he made an odd little motion that only hinted at dancing in place but never really achieved it.
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Post by boingpop on Apr 16, 2007 18:59:11 GMT -5
"Sometime then." Jean said with a small laugh, stepping back and turning on his far foot to face the ocean. His hands were now in his back pockets. He grinned and looked up at the sky. "Yes, dancing is fun...." He said in a sort of disconnected tone. He turned back to see Ian. "We'll trade off then? I'll go to one of yours if you come to mine?" He wasn't really sure how well that'd work out, but why not give it a try. In truth he'd found himself less at home with his housemates more and more...
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 16, 2007 19:14:49 GMT -5
Ian nodded. "All right, it's a deal. And I'm sure Zack will be raucous and drunken at both, no? Some steady entertainment at least . . . I swear they could be on the same nights concurring and he'd somehow manage to be two places at once." Ian resisted the urge to drop to the sand and start making another sandcastle; he was in a cheery mood and for some reason his reaction was playful. Instead, he nonchalantly sank to the ground, idly running a finger through the sand like anyone might and imagined castle-building instead.
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Post by boingpop on Apr 16, 2007 19:22:52 GMT -5
Jean watched him, slightly confused. Without saying anything he stood for a moment then fell gently to his knees in front of Ian and the patch of sand he was playing with. Smiling and sort of laughing he looked at him as if he had something important to ask. "Er... why are we in the sand?" He asked trying to make the question sound positively important.
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