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Post by rowan grace farley on Feb 8, 2015 17:57:21 GMT -5
  Rowan enjoyed sitting outside, even with the chilling air nipping at her skin. It helped to remind her that she was actually alive and not just going through the motions of life. Plus, at this time of the year, the university quad was a lot quieter than it was in the summer, which made it almost perfect for Rowan. These days she preferred the silence over the noisy chatter. She didn't feel so lost and out of her depth when there was nothing around her, disorientating her. It wasn't like her disabilities were noticeable to others, but Rowan couldn't escape them. The noises flooded in one ear but absolutely nothing came from the right side and then her vision was shrouded in grey fog for the most part, save for her left eye which had to guide her around and through life whenever she did venture out from the comfort blanket of the apartment complex she shared with her cousin. When she did leave the New York home she only really came to the university campus and would stay there until Damon was able to pick her up and take her home. Rowan didn't trust walking through the city when the night was drawing in as her classes came to a close and public transport had left her having panic attacks on the three times she had tried it since moving. Cabs were saved for when Damon was working late or when he had plans of his own that Rowan didn't want to interfere with. She might have relied on him more than she wanted to, but she didn't want to take over his life entirely. New York had been his home long before it was hers and she wouldn't steal that from him.
Her belongings were scattered out beside her, all within arm's reach if she needed anything. Rowan had her sketchpad open and was sketching from memory. The skeleton of trees were formed on the page, her pencil working in the details of the stream she remembered from countless family gatherings at her grandparent's home away from the hustle and bustle of Lexington. Rowan had spent summer afternoons out there when she had been younger. It was probably the place she missed most right about now, despite being in a city most people only dreamt of coming to. Rowan's reasons for being in New York were not like most. She came out here in the hopes of regaining the confidence she had lost in recent years and to try and find some idea of who she wanted to be and what she wanted to do. Rowan didn't want to spend the rest of her life hiding behind others or locked away in a room like some kind of red haired Rapunzel, but it was the way things had been going and they needed to change.
She didn't expect the rain to ruin her peaceful trance. The sky had been blue for the morning and the start of the afternoon, but Rowan didn't notice the dark clouds rolling in. She was content and lost in her own little world of safe memories as she worked the pencil effortlessly across the page, only pausing whenever she needed to erase a line that had gone astray from her concept. She worked quickly, not really aiming to complete the image but doing it to pass the time before her cousin's text would come through to let her know that he was parked up in the lot. Rowan suspected she had a few more hours before that, but her final class had been cancelled and so she was just making the most of this alone time she had. Plus, there was no guarantee of how long she'd be able to stay outdoors for with winter rolling in fast. Soon it would be hot chocolate and blankets while she worked, and not the green grass tickling her hips as she stretched out across the neat lawn. There was no warning before the rain. No teasing spots landed on her pale skin; the heavens just opened. The torrential rain bounced back on the concrete and Rowan let out a started yelp as she jumped, grabbing her things and bundling them into her arms instead of her bag as she ran for the shelter. The nearest was the entrance to the university administration building, but Rowan was still soaked through when she reached it, her sketch pretty much ruined. It wasn't a building that offered comforts to students and until the rain died off Rowan was stuck lingering in under the entrance. “Just great.” She grumbled, glancing at her ruined things before shoving them back into her bag and sighing. For the time being it looked like she was stuck here.
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TAGGED! Open!
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