Park-ish. Afternoon-ish.

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Justin is wandering around town, he looks into a shop window here and there but then realizes he has no one to buy anything for anymore. A frown takes over his features for a small bit before it returns to a normal look as he takes a seat on a park bench, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.


[[OOC: Open for anyone.]]

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[psi16.livejournal.com]

Walking along the sidewalk, Lyta pauses here and there to peek in windows, sipping her newly-scored cup of coffee as she goes. It's better than the stuff they were able to brew back on Mars, and the white chocolate syrup just makes it to die for. The warmed milk provides a sense of calm in the middle of what is proving to be an unnerving experience.

She soon finds herself wandering through the park, where she first appeared. There, she sees a fairly attractive man, seated on a bench, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Justin staring at his feet, his nice dark brown pennyloafers on the dark concrete below them, he isn't deep in thought just too interested in his shoes than anything around him. He shifts his hands around awkwardly in his jacket pockets for a moment before settling down, if he would've noticed a girl was looking at him, he would've sat straight upright and said some greetings.

[psi16.livejournal.com]

Lyta continued walking, passing him, and wanting to get back to the dorms. Still, something seemed to be troubling the man, and she found she couldn't simply ignore it though she probably should because she just wasn't cut out to be a counselor -- that she learned the first time through. She stops and turns. "Are you...okay?"

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

He jumps a bit at the sound of her voice, "Oh yes, I'm sorry, am I troubling you with my own troubles?" he sits up against the back of the bench, he really didn't mean to be such a menace, really.

[psi16.livejournal.com]

Lyta shakes her head. "No menace," she answers. "You just look troubled."

[Time to head home. Till later...]

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

He quirks a brow every so lightly, if he wasn't mistaken, she had just read his thoughts? This place didn't surprise him much anymore but her remark about him not being a menace did.

"I am, have been for a long time but thankyou for asking." he smiles, thinking of his long lost Tessa, lost loves, everything he had left him somehow or someway.

[psi16.livejournal.com]

"Anything I can do to help?"

[Sorry about that... I misread your entry, and realized it only when you responded! Lyta isn't in the habit of reading without permission. Very rude, ya know? =) ]

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[ooc: Begging on a comm post for interaction is always nice. But, say, contacting players, brainstorming ideas, etcetera might have far more satisfying results. You've been here how many months? Surely you've made some OOC friends?]

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