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[It really was a nice sunset. It was also the first one that she'd seen in weeks, and, well... it reminded her a lot of a certain place. Maybe that was why she was so bent on getting it right. Or maybe it had just caught her interest. Whatever the case, whatever the reason, she'd been trying for far too long to get just the right color. She'd mucked about with crayons and paints and everything she could get her hands on, but it was never quite right.]
[It really wasn't helping her not think about the situation with Roxas, either.]
[She hadn't given up. At least, not yet. Now... now was a break. Just a break. She'd get back to it soon enough. She just... needed to draw something else, to clear her head. So that was why she'd gone out and ended up sitting on the edge of the pool, her bare feet dangling in the water and her sketchpad in her lap. The blank pages were quickly filling up with sketches; the pool, the nearby plants, any buildings she could see from there. She was slowly managing to absorb herself in her work recreation... at least until she thought she saw something black out of the corner of her eye. She glanced sharply that direction, only to discover that it was just a particularly dark green plant. Still, the thought was there -- she shouldn't have been outside. Not when she knew that the Organization was about. Especially not when she knew that Axel wanted to... talk.]
[She stood, suddenly eager to get back to her cabin. She was just leaning over to grab her discarded bag and shoes when her mind, momentarily driven paranoid by the thought that had just occurred to her, told her it saw something. No, really, this time! So she looked, only to discover that that flicker of red out of the corner of her eye was just a chance reflection off of the water. But she'd twisted too fast, and her balance shifted horribly, terrifyingly -- and she reached out a hand, trying to regain her balance, but there was nothing to grab, and she'd been standing much too close to the slippery edge of the pool. The sketch book dropped safely to the ground, but Naminé was not so lucky. Her feet slipped off of the edge of the pool, sending her falling into it with a splash.
It really was a shame that she couldn't swim.]
[It really was a nice sunset. It was also the first one that she'd seen in weeks, and, well... it reminded her a lot of a certain place. Maybe that was why she was so bent on getting it right. Or maybe it had just caught her interest. Whatever the case, whatever the reason, she'd been trying for far too long to get just the right color. She'd mucked about with crayons and paints and everything she could get her hands on, but it was never quite right.]
[It really wasn't helping her not think about the situation with Roxas, either.]
[She hadn't given up. At least, not yet. Now... now was a break. Just a break. She'd get back to it soon enough. She just... needed to draw something else, to clear her head. So that was why she'd gone out and ended up sitting on the edge of the pool, her bare feet dangling in the water and her sketchpad in her lap. The blank pages were quickly filling up with sketches; the pool, the nearby plants, any buildings she could see from there. She was slowly managing to absorb herself in her work recreation... at least until she thought she saw something black out of the corner of her eye. She glanced sharply that direction, only to discover that it was just a particularly dark green plant. Still, the thought was there -- she shouldn't have been outside. Not when she knew that the Organization was about. Especially not when she knew that Axel wanted to... talk.]
[She stood, suddenly eager to get back to her cabin. She was just leaning over to grab her discarded bag and shoes when her mind, momentarily driven paranoid by the thought that had just occurred to her, told her it saw something. No, really, this time! So she looked, only to discover that that flicker of red out of the corner of her eye was just a chance reflection off of the water. But she'd twisted too fast, and her balance shifted horribly, terrifyingly -- and she reached out a hand, trying to regain her balance, but there was nothing to grab, and she'd been standing much too close to the slippery edge of the pool. The sketch book dropped safely to the ground, but Naminé was not so lucky. Her feet slipped off of the edge of the pool, sending her falling into it with a splash.
It really was a shame that she couldn't swim.]