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[bondedgryphon]

Who: Zhaneel and OPEN
Where: Courtyard
When: June 30th, afternoon
What: Zhaneel needs some fresh air
Warnings: Nah... will match prose or brackets


Zhaneel needed fresh air and had been cooped up for far too long, but the options at the Hotel left she and everyone else sorely limited for options. So, despite the fact that the weather was less than optimal, the gryphon-turned-human found herself standing in the doorway of the courtyard, looking outside. She'd never seen playground equipment before coming here, much less played on it. However, the swing was a familiar sight and it was what draws her out of the building and into the drizzly weather.

She doesn't protest the chill that licks at her skin, nor the dampness that cuts immediately through the seat of her pants when she sits on the swing. Instead, as she lifts her hands to the chain to secure her position, she tips her head back and closes her eyes.

Her mind wanders over everything that's happened to her and over everything she hopes to have happen; over her decision to approach Rumlow and the repercussions that might arise from that. All the same, she made the choice and she was sticking with it.

She exhales, breath fogging the air in front of her as she gives herself a gentle push backward, toes touching the ground as she swings.

Comments

[notafraidofyou]

[The atmosphere in the hotel had been pretty tense, and it wasn't like Tim could really blame anyone for not being in a great mood these days, with the Coraline thing and the Rumlow thing and the trapped here with no way out thing, but he needed a break from it. Maybe an hour to pretend like he was just a normal kid who did mostly normal things, most of the time.

Or at least a mostly normal kid who liked to climb, run, and jump suicidally all over wet, rusted playground equipment.

He's a little surprised to see someone else out there when he gets into the damp air. This isn't exactly a popular destination.]

Oh--hey.

[bondedgryphon]

[There is no missing the sudden tension in her shoulders and neck as she skids her feet and jerks her head toward the voice. She relaxes slightly when she recognizes Tim from his various interactions within the tablet network. In Rumlow's absence (aka house arrest), Zhaneel has been doing her best to show some spine and not run or hide from every last thing. It's not always successful, but she does the best that she is capable of now.

At Tim's surprised greeting, she offers a half smile, accompanied by wave.]

Heyla... I didn't take your place, did I? Solitude seems hard enough to come by without someone taking over a preferred spot. [She hasn't moved to rise yet, however, turning her face up toward the light drizzle of rain. She's been out long enough that her hair and clothes have moved beyond the 'damp' stage and into the 'wet', but she still seems little bothered by it.]

I just needed some fresh air... to stretch my wings a bit. [She laughs softly at that, and there is bitterness in it, but she shrugs it off as quickly as it came, pushing it inward. She was bad about showing her emotions and knew she needed to get better about it.]

[notafraidofyou]

[He waves off her concern.]

Nah. I come out here sometimes to stretch my wings. [He gives her a little grin.] It's hard to really get a lot of energy out in there, huh? At home, I'm used to being way more active than I am here, so sometimes I like to come out just to remember what it's like to run.