Getting Out [open]

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[Summer Frost]

Summer had been in her room compltely bored as one would say of doing nothing. Well technically not nothing as she was listening to her iPod and doing dormwork. She had the window open so that the light breeze was coming inside and making the room not as hot. Her roommate was not in so she had no one to talk to. She picked her head up once her homework was completed and looked out the window. Laughing at how everyone was outside while she was inside, she switched from a baggy t-shirt to a tank top. The tanktop now revealing her tattoo all the way. She threw on some shorts and left the room. She didn't care about the looks some of he other people gave her when they saw her gilded buterflies tattoo, or the ones of a yin yang and Marilyn Monroe on her arms. She had a story behind each one and she was just fine with that.

Summers iPod blared the music in her ears as she walked around in the sun. Her tan only getting darkroom by he hour. After an hour of walking around she went to go sit down in the sun when someone walked to the same place she was heading. She stayed away for a little while until she noticed her was drawing. She took her iPod out of her pocket and turned it down low enough so that she could hear if someone was talking to her or not. As she started walking over she could partly see what he was drawing, it looked to be zombies and a chicken. She gave a slight chuckle as she got closer wondering why he would be drawing something like that. As she got closer he held it up to get a better look at it.

Since she was now a little behind him, she put her hand up to hold back a chuckle, but it escaped nonetheless. She automatically got a straigt face. Sue wasn't laughing at the quality of it, just tha fact of zombies and a chicken. "I am not laughing at you." She said to him covering up for herself as fast as possible to make sure that he didn't get the wrong idea.

[justindraven]

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[Summer Frost]

Summer laughed a little at his first statement before jumping over the bench to sit next to him. Summer looked him up and down, as she did to everyone she met before turning away for a second to look at other people who had turned to look at her. She quirked an eyebrow in an uncaring gesture before turning back to Justin. She couldn't tell if he had any tattoos, but by the way he had been looking at her's, she assumed he did. She wished to know what they were, as each tattoo had one little thing different about it, or had some hidden meaning behind it, and she liked to know.

Summer's hands went to her iPod as she turned it off and put it out of sight. The music in her ears abruptly falling silent after having the sounds in her ears for so long. Everything seemed so much quieter now that she didn't have constant dance type songs blaring. She picked her head back up so that she would be looking once again at Justin. Realizing she had not yet said her name, she stated it in a nonchalant way. "Summer." When he asked her about zombies, she gave a quite chuckle. "Who doesn't like people that walk around wanting to eat your brains." She said in a very teasing manner. Not making fun of him in anyway, if it had seemed like it.

Summer looked back up once again and smiled a small smile. "Actually, yes I can." She turned back to him and decided that she should probably throw in a real quick question. "So, " her eyes opened in semi-excitement, ""what are you in here for?" She asked it as in like what major, or what animal. not as if they were in jail and comparing what crimes they did to get where they were. She once again turned to look at the picture her small smile growing just the tiniest bit the longer she looked at it.

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[Summer Frost]

Summer let a laugh escape as he talked about why he was here. "Hmmm... nearly more exciting then mine. I have a crazy mom who wanted me out of the house once she found out that my brother died. But, this place has enough space for my cheetah self to stretch out if needed be." Summer almost always brought her brother into the conversation somehow. Yes, that story wasn't necessarily true, but it was close enough. She hadn't thought her brother had died entirely. That day she had seen a serval, which was her brother's shape, lying dead in the forest, and she hadn't seen him in well over a couple months, she had assumed that had been him.

"As for what I am studying, I tend to be a fairly good dancer. Well, break and hip-hop dancer. None of that ballerina crud. The tights and tu-tus never interested me." She stopped after she was done with that statement. Once again, becoming engrossed in what another individual was doing in the grass. As another girl walked by, she could smell the girl had some type of cat shirt. She repressed the urge to growl, over territory of course, and instead turned to look back at what Justin was drawing.

When Summer first looked over she could see that he was starting to draw trees. She let her eyebrow become furrowed as she watched him. Wondering whether he was just randomly doodling or actually creating a certain scene. Deciding to finally asked, she looked up from the drawing to Justin. "Do you just randomly doodle or do you always have an inspiration?" She thought it was an honest enough question, not much into his life, but just a little question."

As Summer waited for him to answer, her eyes wandered to the grass area again. She couldn't really help it. Her cheetah half always seemed so observant, watching things that happened around her. But, isn't that how almost all animals are? I mean curiosity did kill the cat, but yet she was still here. After moments with her, you would think her curious side would get a hold of her one day and something terrible would happen. But, so far nothing came out of it yet.