F e v e r -Tianna-

[Logan Webb]

ooc; Btw, the thread title is a The Academy Is... song. xP.

bic; Logan pulled a hoodie over his head, sighing to himself slightly. His parents wanted to see him, but he absolutely refused to have them come down here and raid themselves into his life once more. They ditched him, so he shouldn't welcome them back everytime they wanted to see him. He had a considerable amount of money that they had left him, and recent rumors told him they wanted it back. Tough luck, babe. You leave your son in Australia while you go back to the States, and you just aren't apart of his life anymore. Your just part of his history, a story. A little speck in the back of his mind. No need to try to be anything different then that, ah? He walked over to the desk in the corner of his room, grabbing his MP3 player and arranging the buds in his ears, turning it on and sitting on his bed, reaching for his tennis shoes and pulling them on. He stood up once more and grabbed his key on the desk also, shoving the MP3 and his dorm key in his hoodie pocket. He stepped out of the dorm, locking the door behind him. He walked down the tiny hallway, towards the door. He wanted to be by himself for a bit, try to think about an exuse to make his parents disinterested in coming. He blew all of his money? That might work, it'd defiantly make them disinterested. If he knew his parents, all they cared about is money. They tolerated Logan's needs for a few years, then they ditched him. Wonderful parents, ah? Yeah, he thought so too.

Logan pushed the door open, hearing it slam behind him. He didn't slam it, it just did that sometimes, for some reason. It was a heavy door, so it didn't exactly open or close easily. Oh well, it wasn't his problem, and truthfully he didn't give a crap. He was slightly ticked, and he hoped he could calm down a bit, seeing as he really hated to be mad, because sometimes he said things to people he didn't even mean, and that caused a lot of drama. He hated drama, he thought highschool could function normally without it. But obviously everyone thought differently, so everywhere he went he'd bump into some kind of drama, drastic or minor. He walked down the sidewalk, towards the park. It wasn't too far from the dorms, and the sun was slowly setting, so that made it pretty nice. Also, for some reason, it was quite chilly, hence why he was wearing a hoodie. He liked hoodies, but he didn't wear them often.

Logan walked into the park, greeted by the sound of leaves rustling overhead and a big gravel path infront of him. Feet crunched on the gravel as he walked ontop of it, towards some unknown destination. Ah, it felt good to be alone, though he normally was alone anyway. The poor kid had very little friends due to his lack of social skills, so most people didn't even bother him. Right now he had to admit he was craving some attention, but he wasn't desperate for it.

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[tianna]

Tianna walked slowly along a path, not knowing where she was going but looking around at everything as she passed. Part of the reason she was walking so slow was that she practically turned a circle every two minutes, just to see what was around her. She still hadn't gotten around to much sight-seeing. Actually, she hadn't really gotten around to leaving the high school. Mostly a fear of being in crowds had held her back, facing the crowded halls had seemed like hell, which made her wonder why going outside seemed so hard: it was more open out there. It most likely stemmed from her being locked in the house nearly the entire day as a child. She only got to leave to go to school, and while she did enjoy that to some extent, it just wasn't enough of an adventure. But now, she was terrified of being adventurous, of being carefree and fun. Another repercussion of an isolated childhood, she supposed. There really was no other explanation, and her behavior made perfect sense considering her background. She was sure of that, as psychology was something that she had studied upon for a few years. It was always interesting to learn to read body language and emotions, even see the eyes of a person give away their feelings: talking for them.

Turning her head from looking back at the school, she saw a little park ahead of her; something that would feel like home. The park was where she had spent most of her time when she was younger. Just sitting on a swing seemed to calm her nerves -- the feeling of her feet leaving the ground, the feeling of being free; it was something she always longed for. She'd only been able to go to the park during the short recess at her little elementary school, but she still loved it. The creaking of the chain on the swings, slides, ropes, just everything seemed to put a little bit of childish humor back into her, and she felt more relaxed. Her pace quickened as the swing set came into view, and her eyes stopped jumping back and forth at the rest of her surroundings. This was where she belonged, in the peace and quiet, under the setting sun, thinking of nothing but being free and happy.

Tianna strolled into the park, heading straight for the swings. Before she had gotten anywhere near them, however, she saw someone standing off to the side. She couldn’t see him clearly, but he looked tall -- a lot taller than Tianna was. He had dark hair, but apart from the hair and height, Tianna couldn’t tell much else. She faltered and stood still for a few moments, debating whether or not to approach him. It wasn’t normally like her to feel guilty for just ignoring someone, but he was alone, and it really wouldn’t kill her to just say a simple hello or something. Of all the feelings in the world, guilt was the one she hated most, and no matter what she told herself just now, she was still feeling guilty whenever she though about ignoring the guy. But then, there was always the possibility that he was alone for a reason, he could be a creep. She decided to walk past him to the swings, she would wave at him as she went, to sate her guilty feeling, then sit down on the swings. If he wanted a conversation, well, then it would be up to him after that. And, to Tianna’s relief, the swings would be facing him; no walking up behind her for this guy.

She stuck to her plan. She walked straight, tall, and as fast, but still calmly as possible, right past him. She waved her hand awkwardly as she went by, then sped up and came to a stop at the nearest swing. She sank into it, grasping the chains tightly with her hands until her knuckles were white. Breath, she told herself, just keep breathing. She swung her legs slowly back and forth, looking at the ground instead of the guy. It was easier to feel calm, looking at the ground, than it was looking at him.

[captain]

[omg]JJ!!!!!!!! I haven't seen you in foreverrrr!! Ahh. Oh, this is Cappy, btw. Anyway. Why have you abandoned WOS? Lol! Anyway sorry for invading your thread, go on with it and ignore my outburst...[/omg]

[Logan Webb]

ooc; Omg Cops you intruuuded. Oh well, doesn't matter. xP.

bic; Logan continued to walk down the path, noticing the park was pretty much empty. Most of the little kids that cluttered it during the day were long since gone, the adults gone with them also. Maybe the occasional jogger had passed him, but other then that it was quiet and deserted. Well, he couldn't tell if it was quiet or not, his MP3 player was playing pretty loudly. It was starting to give him a headache; loud music usually did, but he didn't really want to turn it down, just for the sake of having something to listen to, to drown out anything around him. Bugs chitterchattered in the trees, but other then that no other animal could be heard, maybe the occasional squirrel. He briefly thought of his old dog, Emy, that his parents had put down before they came to Australia the first time. Oh, how he was furious, seeing as they did it behind his back, while he was attending school. His dad hated dogs, and his mom thought they did nothing but dirty things up. Emy was an old dog, getting on in years, but she still tried to act like a puppy, well, as much as she could. Logan adored the dog, seeing as he had had her since he was a child. Oh well, you couldn't bring the dead back to life, now could you?

Logan, who had been staring down at the path ahead of him, lifted his head briefly to scan the park. He saw a red-headed girl walk past him, much shorter then him, and returned the small wave she had given him, in an attempt to alteast the least bit friendly. He headed over to a small wooden bench, near the swings, and sat down, yawning slightly and staring at nothing in particular, listening to the music that had flooded his ears. His parents highly disagreed with the career path he wanted to pursue; a career as a musician. His dad wanted him to be a surgeon, whilst his mother wanted him to be a chef. Well, two things with both. 1)Logan hated blood. 2)He hated seeing other people's organs, it pretty much made him sick. Now, onto the chef thing. 1)Logan hated cooking. 2)He hated touching raw meat, for some reason. Yeah, you could call him weird, but he would much rather be playing music then preforming surgery on someone, or cooking something. He had no interest in cooking, which may prove bad when he was out of highschool. Maybe he could get a girlfriend that could cook? Yeah, that could possibly work, though he wasn't worried much about that right now.

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[tianna]

ooc; Capppp-i-tan I ♥ you. But really, I'm not worth that many exclamations. Tehe. I abandoned WOS because I got sick of it lol. I shall have to catch you on AIM sometime. And sorry for taking so long to reply, Hoperzini.

bic; Tianna continued to stare at the ground, swinging just slightly as her feet drug along on the mulch. She stared at her tennis shoes, amazed at how worn out they were, and realizing that she should probably buy a new pair in the near future, before these ones just disintegrated. From her worn shoes her eyes traveled to the bottoms of her jeans. The fabric was frayed and dirty; yet another thing that she would need to buy soon.

She saw something move in the corner of her eye and glanced up. The guy she had walked past upon entering the park had waved back at her, then walked to the nearby bench. Tianna watched him as he sat there. She could see the headphone buds in his ears. She sighed quietly, looking back to the ground. Must be great to be able to afford to listen to music on a fancy MP3 player.

Tianna turned her head away from him and looked at the setting sun; a gorgeous site. She had rarely seen the sun setting back in America, for the simple fact that most of her time was spent inside. She gazed at the pink, purple, and golden orange streaks in the sky: marveling at the way they ran together. It reminded her of a watercolor painting. After a few more minutes of staring at the sun, she decided that she should probably get back to the high-school before it got too dark.

She stood up slowly and walked to the path, glancing once again at the setting sun. As she stepped forward, her small black purse, which held far too much, to the point where she couldn't close it, slipped from her shoulder and hit the ground, it's contents scattering all around Tianna.
"Dammit!" she exclaimed, bending down and trying to gather the papers, pens, and other small items from the ground.