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Topic Started: May 13 2016, 08:43 AM (873 Views)
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((Raina Rose continued from 4649お願いします!))

Raina wasn't normally one for getting up too early, between her medication and the passionate love affair she had been carrying on with her pillow ever since chronic insomnia had invaded her life and reminded her just how nice it was to be able to sleep comfortably. She was still adjusting to the new dosage, though, and had been waking up earlier in the morning lately. It was more like getting an early start to the day than having to toss and turn for a few hours until she could pretend that it was a reasonable hour to be up, but it disrupted her personal schedule all the same.

So that was why she was awake. The reason why she was out and about so early, on a weekend to boot, was a little harder to determine. There was a restlessness that she'd been feeling lately, deep down in her bones, or her soul, or some part of her that didn't usually see the light of day like that. She'd rationalized that this wasn't sneaking out, really, since her dad had been called in to work somewhere around the neighborhood of 5 AM that morning, and her mom wouldn't be up for a few more hours and was unlikely to go checking in on Raina's room once she was anyway.

Besides all of that, it had been a good while since she went stargazing, and the sky was nice and clear right then and the sun hadn't quite breached the horizon, so she'd headed to the park. Nobody was around that she could see, but she didn't feel like standing around in the open or trying to find a dry patch of grass. Instead, she stood on one of the benches and heaved herself onto a low branch in the closest tree. It took more effort than it maybe should have; hard to contest her parents' assertions that she should be more active and maybe go to the gym or something every once in a while at times like these. On the other hand, it was hard for them to argue with the fact that she didn't care about going to the gym at all and it wasn't like they could take her there and try to force her to use the stairmaster or anything.

So Raina sat in the tree for a while and picked out the constellations that she recognized until the sun slid up into view and the stars faded away, and then she just sort of sat there for a while longer and thought about nothing in particular. She could have gone on like that until she either got too uncomfortable sitting on the branch or her phone rang to signal that someone had actually realized she was out of the house, if nothing else had caught her attention. (Un)Fortunately, it seemed that someone else had decided to go for an early morning jog or something. It looked like someone vaguely familiar, so Raina leaned over a bit for a look, and, well. Everyone knows what happens when you go around tempting gravity like that.

She didn't have time for much more than a jolt of that stomach-plummeting sensation that you get when you're about to fall, and a muffled "Oof!" when she dropped several feet into the damp grass.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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"Guh," was the very eloquent and helpful explanation Raina offered in response. The wind had been knocked out of her for a minute, so she had plenty of time to feel all the moisture from the grass soaking into her clothes and generally making things much more unpleasant than they had been previously. Once she got her breath back, she pushed herself up with a scowl, sitting back on her heels. This was why she didn't go outdoors.

She supposed she could appreciate Amanda's concern; she'd have been more annoyed if she'd gone and fallen out of a tree and nobody reacted to see if she was okay. "Came out to look at the stars and junk," she muttered. She tried to brush off some of the wet grass now clinging to her legs, but that just made it stick to her fingers.

Amanda being here wasn't that much of a surprise, she was just the sort to turn out to be a morning person who liked getting up and doing things at unreasonable hours. Who goes for a jog before the sun's even up? At least Raina was out doing something that required it being dark.

"You out here by yourself?"
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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"Been out for an hour or so, I guess. It was darker when I first came out." Raina stood and followed Amanda to the pavement, shaking herself a bit to rid her clothes of some of the looser grass and water droplets. Lucky that the day was going to get warm pretty quickly once the sun came up, otherwise she'd be miserable.

"Yeah, I don't normally get up this early. Just felt like going around and doings something different today." She shrugged, not really caring to offer more of an explanation than that. Only a select few people needed to know about her insomnia and all the other issues that stemmed from it. Amanda wasn't one of those people.

"Is this the usual for you, though? Seems like your style, I guess. Going out early and all that."
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Raina nodded along absently as Amanda talked, rolling her neck and shoulders to work out some of the stiffness that came with sitting in a tree during the early morning. "Yeah, end of the school year coming up, tests, thinking about college apps..." She glanced at the vending machine that Amanda kept eyeing and absently patted her pockets, but there was no loose change to be found. Probably for the best, she didn't need an energy drink or a soda this early in the morning.

Somebody was hanging around there too, and decided to make a beeline for Raina and Amanda when she spotted them. Maria or something, wasn't it? The chick with half a finger missing. Another reason for Raina to eat out instead of trying to cook for herself and Leila. House fires, losing limbs, the odd chance that whatever she threw into a pot might gain sentience and try to get revenge on the person who wronged it, in other words her. Kitchen Nightmares, indeed.

Raina briefly wondered if she'd ever have the opportunity to sic Gordon Ramsay on the home ec department at Cochise. She doubted he'd be able to do much there, considering the school's budget and general incompetence of everyone involved, student or faculty.

Anyway.

"Hey, Maria. It's... going, I guess. What are you doing up?"
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Wow, okay, Maria just came right out and said all that. No filter here, that was for sure. Raina knew about Maria's partying reputation of course, there were few people in their grade who didn't, but sheesh. She didn't party much herself, but if Maria's account was anything to go by, she shouldn't feel particularly deprived for missing out on that bit of social interaction.

Sorting through everything that had just tumbled out of Maria's mouth, Raina latched onto the first interesting thing that occurred to her. "You have a YouTube channel?" Wait, damn, she'd probably just invited more non-sequiturs. And frankly, that was the least concerning thing Maria had actually said, considering the drinking too much and losing track of how many painkillers she'd taken...

Guh, it was way too early for this. She didn't need to reinforce the misconception that she knew all about health just because her parents were doctors by butting into Maria's unhealthy habits, either.

Raina's attention was drawn away from the conversation once again though, this time by some other chick trying to hurry past them like she was smuggling drugs or something. Was she? Seemed vaguely more likely than a bunch of her classmates suddenly becoming morning people.

"Uhm, hey? You need something?"
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Oh god, what was even happening here? Asha - that goth-y ballerina? Something went down between her and Rea?

Come to think of it, Raina did vaguely remember hearing that they might have had some kind of beef... wasn't it around the same time as that crazy incident with Georgia Lee and Fiyori? It had sounded like there was just some free-for-all throwdown in the school library that she'd missed out on, which was equal parts relieving and disappointing.

Rea had already retreated by the time Maria's words had sunk in, but Raina scowled after her nonetheless. It wasn't news to her that Rea was one of those people, the ones who walked around like just being born into money made you better than anyone regardless of how hard-working or smart or talented they were, or you weren't. She hadn't spent enough time with Rea to really get a feel for her personality, but she also didn't think she needed to. Her boyfriend was completely insufferable and he hunted for fun, which Raina had always found disgusting even before she'd started educating herself on all the social issues that his kind of people played into.

All in all, she couldn't say she was too disappointed to miss out on any sort of conversation with Rea Adams. It was starting to feel a bit crowded in the park anyway, despite the open spaces. She wanted to be back in her room and safely situated behind her computer soon, she decided.

"Well," she said, breaking the awkward silence that had settled over the three of them in the wake of Rea's departure, "it's been fun, but I'm going to head home before my mom starts wondering where I am." She gave the vending machine one last glance and patted her pockets again. To her surprise, she came up with a handful of coins from the back pocket of her shorts, which she must have forgotten to check before.

Raina glanced at the coins in her hand - maybe around a dollar in change there, maybe a tad more - and held them out to Amanda. "Here. I don't need anything this early, and you should probably have some water or something since you were running around."
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Raina dropped the change into Amanda's waiting hand. "Eh, it's just like a dollar. No big deal, you can hang onto it." Though now that she'd said that, it did occur to her that she might want to collect her debt sometime when the school vending machines were tempting her. Oh well.

Maria said her goodbyes, and it was all Raina could do to not shake her head disbelievingly as she watched her go. Maria was a walking disaster if she'd ever seen one, but not one that she felt particularly inclined to intervene in. She'd just have to hope that Maria wouldn't get too distracted on her way home and walk into traffic or something.

"Well," she said, adjusting her ponytail and glancing around them once more before focusing on Amanda again, "I guess I"ll be going. Have fun with your jog, or whatever you were going to do after this." Her stomach was starting to remind her that she hadn't grabbed any breakfast before heading out on her impromptu stargazing session, and if Mom hadn't been called into work yet she might be receptive to requests for biscuits and sausage gravy. None of Maria's chocolate-covered beef here.

"Later, then."

((Raina Rose continued in People II 2: Still Peoplin'))
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