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ourshinycity) wrote2012-02-03 12:18 am
ourshinycity) wrote2012-02-03 12:18 am
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The sun was beating down, the heat not as bad as it had been before the sudden downpour. The beach was still a bit damp, but the rain had been a blessed relief. The months where the change in weather would cause him to wonder what the Gamemakers were after had long since past. Now he could just enjoy the island as it was.
Sitting on the beach, his sketch pad was in his bag. Eventually he would take it out and work on filling in the colors of the landscapes he'd drawn, but not yet. For now he was just enjoying the moment.
A flash of long blonde hair caught his attention, the movement in the corner of his eye causing his heart to momentarily skip a beat. It made him think of Claire, whom he had no right to feel anything towards, not after so long. It made him think of Madge and her smile and the fact that he'd never see her again. It made him think of a lot of people, none of whom this woman was.
Lifting his hand he squinted as he shaded his eyes, making out her features as she moved across the sand. He had seen her before, heard her speak, but he couldn't recall her name if he had ever really known it. Usually he was good with those sorts of details and it irked him that he couldn't remember.
On an impulse he waved at her. "Hey," he called out across the sand, offering her a smile. "The weather cleared up nicely, didn't it?"
Sitting on the beach, his sketch pad was in his bag. Eventually he would take it out and work on filling in the colors of the landscapes he'd drawn, but not yet. For now he was just enjoying the moment.
A flash of long blonde hair caught his attention, the movement in the corner of his eye causing his heart to momentarily skip a beat. It made him think of Claire, whom he had no right to feel anything towards, not after so long. It made him think of Madge and her smile and the fact that he'd never see her again. It made him think of a lot of people, none of whom this woman was.
Lifting his hand he squinted as he shaded his eyes, making out her features as she moved across the sand. He had seen her before, heard her speak, but he couldn't recall her name if he had ever really known it. Usually he was good with those sorts of details and it irked him that he couldn't remember.
On an impulse he waved at her. "Hey," he called out across the sand, offering her a smile. "The weather cleared up nicely, didn't it?"