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[color=8dc73f][b]☆ Location:[/b][/color] Marchand School - Common Room.
[color=8dc73f][b]☆ Interactions[/b][/color] - N/A.[hr]

[color=silver]Sunlight wavering through the trees, the feeling of a breeze biting at his cheeks. The birds around him chorused loudly, he genuinely felt that he was one of them in this moment. He always went here when he was feeling lost, it was the one place that made him feel at home. He liked to climb the highest tree on their property, trying to get higher and higher each time that he scored the branches. He liked to feel the exhilaration of his stomach lurching.

He spread his arms wide to embrace the air around him and he let out a yell into the air, it was lost amongst the rising sounds of summer. He was nothing compared to the noises around him and they seemed to be rising, rising, [i]rising[/i] into a crescendo of chirping. He tipped his face to the sky, the sunlight warm on his cheeks and his eyes opening to see the clouds above him. The screeching of cicadas was all that he could hear now, his heart was a bird itself and it was trapped, it was beating against his chest for freedom.

He was so [i]scared[/i] but he was also [i]excited[/i], that excitement was what kept him there despite the urge to climb back down. He wavered once, grabbed the trunk carefully and stared out into the open sky beyond. It was beautiful, it went on forever.

He drew in a deep breath, letting his fingers brush over his amulet and [i]that[/i] was when he lost his footing.

The world rushed around him in a terrifying and blinding rush of color and sound. He could feel his body plummeting like a stone, the amulet was pressing against his chin as it tried to leave his neck. He was screaming, for real this time, the sound raw and scratchy as it tore out of his throat. He could feel branches whipping at him as he approached the ground, he scrambled to grab at them but they were snapping. His hand tightened over one of them, he took it down with him, and then [i]he landed.[/i]

Everything went black after that, but he knew that the ending to this memory. It ended in six stitches. It ended in a scar.[/color]

He woke sharply, breathing hard and running his fingers through his golden hair. It was sweaty and standing up in messy clumps, he drug in a breath sharply and shook his head. It was weird to face that memory, it had terrified him as a kid. He guessed that it still kind of terrified him. He'd gotten clumsy and he'd fallen, unfortunately for him, he'd just about sliced open the side of his neck on a splintered tree branch. They had told him that he was lucky that he hadn't gotten a concussion. 

He didn't know why the memory was skulking around in his dreams but he didn't appreciate it. It had definitely made his morning a bit shaky, but without checking to see if Canvas was up yet or not, he decided to quickly change. He opted for his usual casual fashionable outfit, a warm green shirt and jeans, he paired them off with his beaten old converse and ruffled his hair to make it more presentable. 

He latched his amulet in place, tucking it under his shirt carefully to keep it from prying eyes and he headed out to face the day. It was a sleepy Sunday morning and there weren't too many people that were out and about yet but he could see them starting to wake up. He wanted to get something warm to drink and shake off his dream. It was far too early to be stressing over nightmares and Nolan Santora wasn't the type to waste a fine day by stressing. [i]Most of the time.[/i]

So, he made a beeline to the Common Room to get himself something to drink and something to eat. He paused to greet Dawn with a bright wave as he passed her, noting that she seemed to be on her way out but wanting to greet her nonetheless.[/center]

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[color=9e0b0f][b]♤ Location:[/b][/color] Marchand School - Room 203A.
[color=9e0b0f][b]♤ Interactions[/b][/color] - Percival Pelacour - [@echoicchamber][hr]

Isaiah Ichorus Parrish was the type of person that naturally rose early but he wasn't the type who went out of his way to socialize. He had grown close to Percival though, something about sharing a room with him had made it kind of inevitable. If Percy had a plan, he was usually dragged along by association and he was fine with that. He enjoyed the boy and he enjoyed his antics. In another life, Percival might have been the kind of kid that he would have avoided but he found him endearing now. 

If Percy went somewhere, Isaiah was sure to follow, it was just a lot easier to be a functioning member if society when he had Percival to do all of the socializing. In a way, it was pushing Isaiah out of his shell by making him leave his dorm for something other than classes. It was sort of helping him build this confidence up to face people, it was much easier for the kid to be less of the [i]quiet sarcastic guy[/i] and more of well, [i]himself[/i] if he had someone he trusted with him.

It was just a lot [i]easier[/i] with Percival. "[color=9e0b0f]You wanna get breakfast? We can bounce by the common room.[/color]" he asked, not really because he was hungry but mostly because it was best to take his meds on a full stomach. It was kind of a scheduled thing at this point. He didn't wait for an agreement, just assumed that the boy would follow him there and waved at Dawn as he passed, chewing on the corner of his mouth. 

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