Roof, Evening

[idont_sleep]

She had been standing there the whole day. Or rather, she had been walking all over the roof since morning, taking her time to peek down now and then like a little kid wondering what would happen if something fell that high. In any kid's case, their parents would obviously teach him/her to keep a safe distance and probably make an example of how

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[chief_cheerio]

Quinn Fabray wouldn't normally be on the roof, but her roommate had sexiled her and there were people she didn't feel like dealing with in most of the common rooms, so she kept climbing. The roof was pretty nice, actually. Good breeze. Who knew?

She eyed the girl who was up there with her. Not ... un-pretty, even if she didn't look like the cheerleader type. Good hair. Standing way too close to the ledge.

"Don't jump or anything tragic like that," she offered. Just to be friendly.

[idont_sleep]

Turning her head slightly to see the girl, Cameron gave her one of her patented emotionless stares. She wasn't necessarily staring, but rather making a brief analysis of who she had just met. Threat level: None. Apparently not everyone in the school was a potential danger, or so she thought. "I wasn't going to jump", pointed out as she peeked down again, as if she hadn't meant her words.

"Why would it be tragic?"

[chief_cheerio]

Oh, god, one of the creepy people. Quinn stared right back.

"It'd probably gross everyone else out if your brains spattered and oozed all over the sidewalk," Quinn said, as if it was no particular matter to her. "You know. Something like that."

[idont_sleep]

"Gross everyone else", muttered Cameron, still looking down. Straightening, she turned her attention back to Quinn, oblivious to the way she was being stared back.

"I don't have brains." She didn't have a single brain neither. "Something like that."

Creepy people were creepy.

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela had spent the past few weeks getting more and more restless. The Conditioning kept her generally calm, but that wasn't the same thing at all. So she'd grabbed a bag from the back of her closet and decided to head for the roof.

Fortunately she didn't have any ridiculous wardrobe-related orders from the Agency at the moment, so she could just wear a comfortable (some might say overly-formal) jacket.

[idont_sleep]

Noticing someone else, Cameron took a couple of seconds to look at her. She didn't get much of it though, as the girl was rather...regular. Of course, it was Cameron judging, so it didn't really matter how the girl looked like.

"Did you make a wish?" Maybe others were more creative when it came to shooting stars.

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela cocked her head eeeever so slightly to once side, eying Cameron a bit curiously. "No. I'm not really the wishing sort. What about you?"

[idont_sleep]

People tend to stare at Cameron; she didn't really managed to notice it though. "Are there sorts?" Maybe she shouldn't have made a wish. "I want to see John, make sure he is alright." It was her mission anyway.