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Date: Thursday, September 22
Time: 3:30pm
Week Number // Name: Week 3 // It's a Snitch!
Characters Open To // Involved: ANYONES! LIKE TWO OR THREE OF THEM! // Paige
Reason: We must determine if swings are still cool
Paige picked her way carefully through the slightly soggy grass, pausing for a moment to look at the sky. It was still cloudy, but it appeared the break from the rain would hold for at least a bit longer. She walked over to the nearby bench that was NOT located under a tree (she was taking no chance of being dripped on) and double checked that it was in fact dry before sitting down. With a heavy sigh that only called to mind how humid it was, she opened her stats book.
Things indoors were in something of a minor uproar. There were all sorts of rumors and accusations flying around the school about Xavier, and Paige was feeling distinctly out of the loop. In high school she'd never really minded. Well, no, in high school she had purposefully avoided the loop like the plague, but the Institute was a place she already liked and cared about. She assumed that so much talk of its founder was bound to eventually affect its present or future, and she was now invested.
And she was NOT invested for the homework, that was for sure. Her former classmates would probably be surprised at the lack of enthusiasm Paige was currently feeling about her schoolwork. I'd have made a horrible college student, she thought. It wasn't that she didn't want to LEARN; quite the opposite in fact. She was just in a stage of being slightly resentful of the classes which took away from her learning about her mutation or the X-Men.
Despite the fact that the book was open on her lap, she was ignoring it. Paige had not escaped outdoors for the first time in days to study. She was actually staring at the swing set on the little playground in front of her, which was currently full of younger students making a mess of the place in the mud. Swinging had always been fun, and for whatever reason when she'd looked out a window today and seen them, she'd been seized with a desire to swing. During elementary she had spent almost all of every recess on the swings, and when she'd lived at a home that had one in the backyard she had been reigning champion of the contest to see who could jump the farthest off of them.
But....this was awkward. How could a seventeen year old justify kicking a younger kid off a swing? And would she actually be WILLING to participate in such a childlike activity where all the older kids could see? Being ivisible wouldn't exactly help her get away with this one; everyone would know. And so she contented herself with watching, and enjoying being outside.
Time: 3:30pm
Week Number // Name: Week 3 // It's a Snitch!
Characters Open To // Involved: ANYONES! LIKE TWO OR THREE OF THEM! // Paige
Reason: We must determine if swings are still cool
Paige picked her way carefully through the slightly soggy grass, pausing for a moment to look at the sky. It was still cloudy, but it appeared the break from the rain would hold for at least a bit longer. She walked over to the nearby bench that was NOT located under a tree (she was taking no chance of being dripped on) and double checked that it was in fact dry before sitting down. With a heavy sigh that only called to mind how humid it was, she opened her stats book.
Things indoors were in something of a minor uproar. There were all sorts of rumors and accusations flying around the school about Xavier, and Paige was feeling distinctly out of the loop. In high school she'd never really minded. Well, no, in high school she had purposefully avoided the loop like the plague, but the Institute was a place she already liked and cared about. She assumed that so much talk of its founder was bound to eventually affect its present or future, and she was now invested.
And she was NOT invested for the homework, that was for sure. Her former classmates would probably be surprised at the lack of enthusiasm Paige was currently feeling about her schoolwork. I'd have made a horrible college student, she thought. It wasn't that she didn't want to LEARN; quite the opposite in fact. She was just in a stage of being slightly resentful of the classes which took away from her learning about her mutation or the X-Men.
Despite the fact that the book was open on her lap, she was ignoring it. Paige had not escaped outdoors for the first time in days to study. She was actually staring at the swing set on the little playground in front of her, which was currently full of younger students making a mess of the place in the mud. Swinging had always been fun, and for whatever reason when she'd looked out a window today and seen them, she'd been seized with a desire to swing. During elementary she had spent almost all of every recess on the swings, and when she'd lived at a home that had one in the backyard she had been reigning champion of the contest to see who could jump the farthest off of them.
But....this was awkward. How could a seventeen year old justify kicking a younger kid off a swing? And would she actually be WILLING to participate in such a childlike activity where all the older kids could see? Being ivisible wouldn't exactly help her get away with this one; everyone would know. And so she contented herself with watching, and enjoying being outside.