A Lazy Day (Open)
Dec 28, 2013 18:01:31 GMT -5
Post by Renée Courtemanche on Dec 28, 2013 18:01:31 GMT -5
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Renée was sleeping on the school grounds again. The third year was settled underneath one of the trees on campus, back leaning against the rough bark with her legs straightened out in front of her. Her hands were resting on her abdomen, fingers lightly intertwined. She had been lying there for a little over two hours now, having initially gone out to enjoy the nice weather while it lasted. Within the span of about five minutes, however, she had gone from cloud gazing to gazing at the back of her eyelids. It was a special ability of hers, being able to sleep anywhere at any given time. This of course included the classrooms, much to the chagrin of her teachers (and occasionally classmates, depending on the situation).
While she may have been a frequent sleeper, Renée was not a heavy sleeper. The sound of some fellow students walking by and laughing was more than enough to wake her from her nap. Opening her eyes and yawning, she slowly pushed herself into a more upright position, drawing her knees closer to her body so she could wrap her arms around them. It had gotten just a little cooler than when she had first set out, to the point where a t-shirt may not have been the best thing to be wearing. She was tempted to go get her sweater, but didn't really have the motivation too. It wasn't too cold out yet, she could deal. She didn't really want to walk all the way to the dorms anyway (not that they were far; she was just lazy).
Yawning yet again, Renée cast a glance at the ground around her. Idly, she stuck a finger out, absent-mindedly running it through the dirt by her feet. The days of doing nothing were starting to catch up to her in the form of utter boredom, although she would never acknowledge it. Acknowledging it meant that she'd probably have to do something about it, and really, the only way to cure her boredom at this point was to seek out company. Looking for a buddy was one of the few things Renée refused to do, though. So instead she contented herself by making the dirt and little pebbles that were in front of her float up to eye level and dance. Well, "dance" was probably stretching it, given that the stuff was only looping around and around, but the third year couldn't be bothered to make it more complex, because that would require more energy than she was willing to put in.
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While she may have been a frequent sleeper, Renée was not a heavy sleeper. The sound of some fellow students walking by and laughing was more than enough to wake her from her nap. Opening her eyes and yawning, she slowly pushed herself into a more upright position, drawing her knees closer to her body so she could wrap her arms around them. It had gotten just a little cooler than when she had first set out, to the point where a t-shirt may not have been the best thing to be wearing. She was tempted to go get her sweater, but didn't really have the motivation too. It wasn't too cold out yet, she could deal. She didn't really want to walk all the way to the dorms anyway (not that they were far; she was just lazy).
Yawning yet again, Renée cast a glance at the ground around her. Idly, she stuck a finger out, absent-mindedly running it through the dirt by her feet. The days of doing nothing were starting to catch up to her in the form of utter boredom, although she would never acknowledge it. Acknowledging it meant that she'd probably have to do something about it, and really, the only way to cure her boredom at this point was to seek out company. Looking for a buddy was one of the few things Renée refused to do, though. So instead she contented herself by making the dirt and little pebbles that were in front of her float up to eye level and dance. Well, "dance" was probably stretching it, given that the stuff was only looping around and around, but the third year couldn't be bothered to make it more complex, because that would require more energy than she was willing to put in.
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