no spare moments -open-

[dawson ray seider]

doesn't matter about the time we take,
what matters is the time it takes for us to break.

Morning. Fluttering his eyes, Dawson shook the sleep out of his head, and lied on his bed. Letting moments pass before glancing at the clock, he noted with a grimace that yes, he had overslept once again. 11:23. What class was he missing right now...shrugging to himself, Dawson eased himself slowly out of the bed, looking sadly at the warm sheets that laid on top of them. It was freezing cold in Maryland, especially in the fall, and as much as Darmon tried, they couldn't keep Dawson from getting the shivers. It really didn't help that he was clad only in a wife-beater and some random boxers, but he owned literally no pajamas whatsoever. In Texas, they weren't needed at all, and even though Dawson had lived in Maryland for five years, he had never come around to actually buying them. Running a stray hand through his short hair, Dawson stood there in a trance. What was he about to do? Oh yes, classes.

Rummaging through his drawers, he grabbed some random clothes, taking them to the shared bathrooms. The thing about taking weekend classes was that even if you woke up late, chances were, you would have the bathrooms to yourself anyways, seeing at no one usually woke up before twelve. Nodding distractedly at the random kids, probably first-years, that stood there with him, Dawson performed his regular bathroom routine. After doing all the brushing and the washing, which only took about ten minutes, he head back to his room, clothes in hand. Catching a stray glimpse outside, Dawson held in a sigh. The clouds shadowed the Potomac, giving it a slightly gloomy look. All in all, perfect weather. A sigh present on his back, Dawson glanced at the clock again. 11:36. Never again would he sign up for weekend classes...oh screw it. In a split-second decision, Dawson grabbed Savannah, slipping her smoothly in her case, and glided through the doors leading out of the dorm. Shrugging the guitar case onto his back, Dawson took in a breath, and walked purposely through the campus.

Seeing confused glances being thrown at him, Dawson realized, marveled, that some people had no idea if he was a student, a teacher, or what. Feeling empowered from this revelation, he straightened his posture, intent on making it to wherever he pleased without a scratch on him. Glancing in excitement at the gates that held in Darmon, he made it through without a problem, something that exhilarated and confused Dawson at the same time. Once he made it out to the green grass of freedom, Dawson grinned, looking down. Yes, the grass really was greener on the other side. Nodding his head up and down in excitement, he ran in zig-zags across the road. It was nice to have a free weekend, even if it was slightly against the rules. One of the first he'd had since school started, it wasn't something he was going to waste.

Where to go, where to go... Dawson glanced around the road, trying to figure out a solid place where he could stay without being discovered, somewhere he could play Savannah in peace. Catching a glimpse of the Potomac River, the idea clicked. Great Falls Park. Perfect. Walking in the middle of the street, self-absorbed, Dawson snapped out of his thoughts with the sound of a honking echoing in his ear. Stepping swiftly into the side of the road, he grinned sheepishly at the driver of the car, raising his hands, signifying an apology. Watching the driver drive off, Dawson heard the words "stupid hobo" being uttered by the driver of the car, a phrase that lead Dawson into hysterics. With his guitar on his back, he probably could pass for a hobo, despite being a fairly well-off kid. Shaking his head, he ran forward, and yelled, "We prefer to be called 'third class', thank you very much!" Damn. Hopefully the driver heard Dawson's call. It drove him crazy to see someone be blatantly rude to another person-it was driven into Dawson to be a complete gentleman to any person he met, and he expected others to be the same.

In what had just happened, Dawson had failed to realize that yes, he had arrived at the park. Smiling, he looked around for a nestled spot in the park where he could play in peace. There. A secluded spot of trees, hidden perfectly unless you knew what you were looking for. Glancing around, Dawson wiggled his way through the trees, and sat down. Perfect. The trees would shade him from any rain that would fall, and keep him hidden from those who were absentminded. Grinning to himself, Dawson slipped off the guitar case, and placed it onto the ground. Reaching inside, he grabbed Savannah, lying her on his lap. Putting out his pick, he tested the strings. Out of tune. Swiftly, he tuned the love of his life, and played an 'E', whilst leaning against the oak tree. Hearing the gentle chord sing out of her, Dawson smiled. This was definitely worth missing class.

[ooc: ha...kinda rambled a bit. =/ sorry to whoever responds. =P]

[`alexis jo seater]

Yawning as she walked down the street, while holding her hot coffee she looked around. Alexis was actually searching for someone to talk to as, she had been quite stupid and well left her mobile in her dorm. She smiled to herself as she just walked along the pavement. Alexis looked into the park, and well decided maybe she should go and have a little sit down.

She looked at the park, from the other side of the road, and smiled as she saw someone she knew. It was Dawson, she didn't really know him that well but he was nice enough, and well was good looking too. She laughed as she heard him say, 'We prefer to be called third class'. Alexis carefully crossed the road and made he way into the park.

She was walking a bit faster now, so she could catch up with Dawson. Alexis got closer to him now. He was practically hidden by all the trees, he was surrounded by. Well who wouldn't want to have some peace now and again. "Hey psychic dude, who is third class" said Alexis as she stuck her tongue out at him. She watched him, as he was playing his guitar, she smiled and said, "Well, i see your very good at that." She held her coffee, quite tightly as she now sat herself next to Dawson.

Alexis was never good at playing a musical instrument,she did try when she was younger. She had her very own little violin then a guitar, and then maybe a piano. But she never got the hang of reading the music. Then she, well just kind of gave up and went into the interior world.

[ooc-well its better than mine ,,,]

[dawson ray seider]

doesn't matter about the time we take,
what matters is the time it takes for us to break.

An interruption. Putting a disgruntled look on his face, Dawson immediately swept it off when he figured out who was speaking. Alexis Seater. Seeing the obviously hot drink in her hand, he scooted over in his place, gesturing for her to sit. As much as he preferred to be alone for a few moments, he couldn't bear to be rude to the little third year. It really was against his character. Realizing that she expected an answer to her greeting, Dawson dug into his mind, trying to remember what she said. Playing a random ditty that sounded suspiciously like the Musetta's Waltz, he replied. "Ahha, Miss Seater. Didn't forget I was psychic this time, eh?"

Hearing her comment about his skills with Savannah, Dawson blushed, and shook his head. He wasn't that good at all, it seemed, compared to the other students at Darmon. "Oh, no, ma'am. I'm not that good at all..." Argh. Did he just call her ma'am? There was his Texan ways popping up once again in his speech. No matter how much he tried to get rid of the way he was taught to speak since arriving at Darmon, it always seemed to wiggle its way back into his vocabulary at the most impromptu moments. At least his accent wasn't present there-it was the hardest thing to lose, when he came to Maryland.

Sitting next to Alexis, Dawson quickly ran outta things to say, and started twiddling with Savannah. It really was one thing, talking to someone on the computer, and another, in real life. Here, everything was split second. He didn't have time to think about what he was going to say, or do. He just had to do it. And that's one thing that severely challenged Dawson. Playing a random bar chord, he came to the swift realization that it would be worse, should he ever come to actually talked to the girl that he liked. And he had to practice. Glancing over the girl next to him, Dawson shrugged to himself. She would have to do. So, with that, he sighed, and said, "So, Alexis, what brings you out to fine Great Fall Parks today? Is it the amazing foliage or what? That was okay. This wasn't hard at all...

[it's alll good. =D]

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[`alexis jo seater]

Alexis smiled as she heard him say ma'am, ]"Ma'am, well umm very nice." said Alexis as she laughed and looked around the park. You could really tell that he was from Texas. She loved going to the park, every now and again. It was pretty relaxing and well she would probably see a few of her friends around here.

"And yes you are good, well better than anything i would be able to play" said Alexis, she held onto her coffee tightly as she looked at his guitar. She really did wish that, she had actually learned how to play something. Well maybe something like a guitar.

Alexis was practically in a kind of day dream, she was watching everyone walking by and doing their thing. She turned her head back to Dawson. "Umm yeah well nothing really, just thought i would see if i could find anyone" said Alexis as she smiled. "Well i left my mobile in my dorm, yah see" she said as she took a small sip of her drink.

She was pretty cold for some reason, and well it wasn't really that cold outside. Well she did only have a small jumper on and her scarf, to keep her warm.

"And what about you Mr Dawson, what you doing here?"] asked Alexis as she held the hot drink against herself. She leaned back onto one of the tree's behind her and watched the people again.