going through the motions

[circeblair]

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9:00 AM, Valkyrie University, January 2012
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---The clattering echo of her boots calmed the poor girl's frayed nerves. Hopefully now, she might be able to get some form of an education while she waited for something to happen. Her white dress was modest while flashing small areas of her thigh. It never showed much, but it gave her the confidence to go about her day. Her satchel had been hastily slung over her shoulder as if she were in a hurry. Truth be known, she had been. She hated the mere thought of being late.

---A soft noise sounded in the far reaches of her throat, but she managed to stifle it with ease. She shifted the weight of her satchel, trying not to drop it. She wasn't accustomed to toting it anymore. She was more of a "stuff it in your pockets and go" type of gal. At least, that's how she became after she left the cold depths of Manhattan. The change of pace had done wonders on her mental status, so she wasn't complaining. She didn't have much to her name but what she did have, she cherished as if it were her life savings.

---In essence, it sort of was her life savings. A quiet laugh quickly ensued. She didn't enjoy being alone but for the moment, she had no other option. For now, she would walk with a purpose. A posture that never had the ability to hint that anything was wrong. Despite the weight she carried, she moved with a fluidity that came natural for her. She paused to run her slender fingers through her brown locks.

---Even she had to admit that life would be easier if she had a companion to help her stumble along the desolate roads in her life. They were roads that always seemed to have imperfections. Major flaws that always managed to slow her progression. Don't dwell on the matter any further, Circe Cameron Blair. Ah, the voice of reason had come to her rescue yet again. Her eyes flickered with mirth before glancing towards a nearby clock. She had thirty minutes to spare and no place to go.

---Might as well get comfortable. With this in mind, she wandered to the nearest bench. She forced herself to sit down and place her satchel between her legs. She blinked once or twice before pulling her legs underneath her. She would enjoy these moments of calm and pretend that nothing else existed. It was a particulary good way of thinking, considering her present state of mind. As she dozed in and out of awareness, her mind whirred and boggled, trying to come up with ideas.

---After all, she couldn't simply remain a blip in society. She had to go outside of her comfort zone at some point and attempt to socialize. She was frightened of the thought, but she made no actual indication that it was so. A soft yawn permeated her lips. Trembling fingers twirled through her hair in a vain attempt to distract herself from the confusion running rampant in her brain. If anything, the nervous gesture only made matters worse. A frown marred her expression before quickly melting away into a look of neutrality while her eyes drifted shut.

---I open my lungs dear. I sing this song at funerals...no rush. These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush. A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly. Missing hotel beds I feel your touch. I will wait dear, a patient of eternity, my crush. A universal still. No rust.

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---N[/size]o dust will ever grow in this frame. One million years I will say your name. I love you more than I can ever scream. We booked our flight those years ago. I said I love you as I left you. Regrets still haunt my hollow head, but I promised you I will see you again, again. I sit here and smile dear.[/i][/color]

---I[/size] smile because I think of you and blush. These bleeding hollow dials...this fuss. A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel. A bleeding heart and conquer every crutch. We booked our flight those years ago. You said you loved me as you left me. Regrets still haunt your saddened head, but I promised you I will see you.[/i][/color]

---W[/size]e booked our flight those years ago. I said I loved you, and I left you. Regrets no longer in my head. I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again. I'm home again.[/color][/i] Slowly, she snapped out of her reverie. Her eyes opened and gazed about.

---Her knees clamped around her hands as she tried to calm her racing heart. "Things will get better. They have to because they can't get much worse."[/color] As she spoke to herself, her voice was strained. She could barely choke out the words that she needed to hear aloud, although it was her own voice that spoke the words of comfort. It didn't do much good, but it helped her to think clearly. Of course, she had stopped paying attention the clock once she had sat down.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]