The roof, from fifth period into the evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was done with classes for the week, and it was particularly nice out today, so she decided to hit the roof for awhile. She had her Chemistry text book and notes and the Divine Comedy for her foreign lit class, as well as her guitar.

She skims over her Chemistry notes, and, apparently thoroughly dissatisfied by what she reads, rips them into confetti and throws them into the wind to scatter across the campus and the town. She'd love to do the same with the Chemistry text book, but that's a lot harder to rip apart and she doesn't feel like getting out the blow torch and saw tools on her leatherman just now.

She opens up the Divine Comedy and reads for a little while, but it's not in any way funny that she can see, so she sets that aside as well.

She grabs her guitar. Thanks to the *handwavey* lessons from Pip and her own *equally handwavey* practice, she's not too horrifically bad with it, though tuning it takes her about an hour before she's satisfied and starts alternately plucking and strumming an improvised melody in a bizarre key that's every so slightly painful on the ears and staring out over the town.

It's a pleasant way to spend the afternoon.

[ooc: open to all, come have a not-so-emo roof moment]

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Is that guitar playing I hear?" Pip said as he stepped out onto the roof, guitar slung over his shoulder.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked up with a smile. "Almost? How are you?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Not bad. Mind if I join you?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Not at all." Nadia scooted over, despite the fact that there was plenty of room on the roof. "It's too nice out to stay inside right now."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip sat down next to her and strummed his guitar. "So, how've you been?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "Not bad, I guess. It hasn't been the best week ever, but it could have been worse."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? Care to talk about it?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia strummed a few chords (though not terribly well). "It's a combination of things, really. Jack's party, which was freaky but also . . . kinda fun? Then there was Blair, and now I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail Chemistry. . . ." She set the guitar to one side. "On the other hand, Shop class is great, I have this fantastic new tool, and I'm starting to . . . I don't know . . . feel at home here." She glanced over at Pip. "Do you know what I mean?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "I heard about Blair. I actually talked with him about it over lunch. Why are you going to fail Chemistry?" He lit a cigarette. "It's good that you're feeling at home, though. Very good."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged again. "I just can't seem to understand it. It's like I space out every time I'm in class, and none of my notes ever make sense. We have another test next week." She stared out over the town. "What did Blair say at lunch?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"That he had some thinking to do," Pip said. "Well, his first impulse was that I was going to yell at or hit him. But we had a long talk and I think he understands the situation now. I don't know if he knows what hes going to do yet, because, well, you know Blair. Doesnt want to hurt anyone. He is going to tell Molly, though."

He lit a cigarette.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's face darkened slightly. "He'd better. You know, it wasn't even quite the fact that he was asking a bunch of girls out that irritated me." She have a half smile. "Mind you, that did irritate me, but I can sort of understand it. It's the fact that he didn't tell us that was what he was doing. It just seemed so . . . sneaky."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip shrugged. "Normally I'd say it was because he was worried about being caught, but I think it's more that he wasn't even aware that it was a problem, ya know? So it didn't occur to him to mention it?"

He shrugged again. "No one can say but him I guess. I don't think he ever meant to hurt anyone, though."

[nadiathesaint]

"Which would be why I didn't bother hurting him. I'm willing to give him a chance, but I'm not really into the idea of a guy I'm with dating someone else. And I'm not going to wait around for him to decide, I don't think." Nadia gave a resigned shrug. "I was starting to really like him, too."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "That is the way life goes." He glanced at his watch. "Hell, I've got class. Catch ya later, Nadia."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia waved. "Bye Pip!" and went back to attempting to play her guitar.

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

"Nadia?" Boone called as he approached, spying crimson locks on the roof.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia paused in her playing and looked up. When she saw who it was, she grinned. "Hi Boone,"

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

"I didn't know you played," he commented, moving to sit by her. He might have reached out to tease her hair in the process.

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm just learning now." Nadia squinched her eyes shut as he messed up her hair, but didn't stop him. "Do you play?"

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

"Not guitar." He grinned. "I do play the drums, though."

"Whatcha reading?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was surprised by the question for a moment, then remembered she'd brought her book for lit class up with her. "The Divine Comedy. It's for one of my classes." She leaned closer to Boone as though sharing a secret and lowered her voice. "It's not funny."

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

"Isn't that false advertising?" Boone asked, looking mortally offended. "Who wrote it?" He leaned to look at the cover. "Dante? Someone should sue him or something."

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

Then, he laughed, blue eyes surprisingly bright. "Is it any good, 'Dia?"

[nadiathesaint]

"It's interesting, I guess. I think you might be right about the suing, though." She grinned at the silly thought. "So, how are you?"

[ooc: let's see if we can unmuddle it, then!]

[blueinkedlines.livejournal.com]

"Generally?" He shifted slightly, looking over at her. "Bored and kinda lonely a lot of the time, but I'll deal. What about you?"

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

[*sucks and commented with wrong LJ* Argh...]

[nadiathesaint]

[you wanna repost, or just go with it? *has done that a few times before,*]

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

[I'm not OCD enough to mind just going with it so if you want to do that...]

[nadiathesaint]

[ooc: s'all good with me.]

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

[All right, then. Thanks.]

[nadiathesaint]

"Lonely and bored? At this school?" Nadia crosses her arms with a grin. "That's a nice trick. . . . We'll have to do something about that. I think it's against the rules. If you stay bored too long, you get attacked by snow monsters or gremlins or something."

She plucked a little at the guitar. "And I'm doing okay. I've had kind of a crazy week."

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

He dropped his voice to a whisper, "Don't jinx me! I've managed to get away with nothing really weird happening to me yet."

[nadiathesaint]

It takes Nadia a split second to figure out what "jinx" means, but she smiles and leans in herself. "I think you just 'jinx'ed yourself." She sat up again. "But if you want 'normal' fun, there's Caritas, which is a karaoke bar, in town, that I go to sometimes, and if you hang out in one of the common rooms, people sometimes come by. . . . And there's the dance tomorrow night. That looks like it might be fun."

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

"Are you going?" He asked, looking over at her, a hand resting on his knee.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "Probably. I love dancing, even if I don't think they'll be playing my music."

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

"Cool." He smiled, "I was thinking about putting in a token appearance, so I'll probably see you there?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia grinned. "Sounds good. And if you get too bored or lonely, I'm in room 507. We could find something to do."

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

He grinned, pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled the number down on the back of his hand. "I'm in 423. Stop by anytime."

[nadiathesaint]

"423. Got it!"