The Park, Saturday afternoon

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It was raining. Funny how she just spoke to Ned about this last night at the party. It was raining when she woke up and Penelope didn't hestitate in heading outdoors.

Hands up, she twirled around and around, grinning and laughing and playing in the rain. It most likely wasn't common, but she didn't think about that. It was just something that she's never done and should have been allowed to do when she was a little girl. Were she more comfortable with herself and who she was, she would take off her scarf and open her mouth so the drops could plop upon her tongue. But she wasn't, so she satisfied herself by playing in it just as she was.

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Jack was wandering through the park, determined to get ouf of the dorms; he'd spent too much time cooped up and needed to run around a bit.

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Penelope noticed the boy, how could she not? He was running around like he was and much like her, seemed to enjoy the rain. "Hello," she called out, lifting her hand in a slight, shy wave.

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"Hey!" he returned, including the wave. He ran his hand through his mullet hair, clearing it from his face. "Are you new?" he asked with a smile, walking over. She looked unfamiliar, but then again, Jack didn't get out much.

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She nodded. "Mhm, I'm a new student. Are you?"

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"Nah, I've been here a while. Jack. Jack Burton," he said, sticking out his hand.

"That's a nice scarf." She seemed to rock it wear it better than that guy who wears the scarf all the time. "You always spend your Saturdays in the rain?" he asked, tilting his head back to get a drink of rain. Tasty!

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"Penelope Wilhern," she replied, gently putting her hand in his. "Nice to meet you, Jack."

She reached up, touching her scarf with her fingertips. "Thank you," she nearly whispered, self-conscious. "I've never been in the rain at all. When I woke up it was raining so I decided to play in it."

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Jack shook her hand, an almost-politician's two-pump and release.

He stared a bit. "Never been out in the rain? Are you from the desert? Or one of those alien peoples?" He peered closer at her and pulled back. "No, your forehead looks normal. There's a girl, Naomi, she's an alien, and she has horns on her forehead. I can't believe you've never been out in the rain." He spun around a bit, arms outstretched. "Nothing like a walk out in the rain. Gets you moving, makes you feel alive. Just be careful that your feet don't get too wet, because no one likes wet socks," he said with a wink, waggling his toes in his boots.

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Her eyes lowered and she took a step back. "No. I'm not an alien." She couldn't believe in those. Not yet. "I'm not from the desert, either. I'm from England," her voice was very soft spoken.

She managed a peek over at him, caught his wink, and was unsure of what to think about him. He seemed enthusiastic. Would he try to get her to remove her scarf? Penelope couldn't have that. She took another step back. "I'm being very careful of the puddles, but I do like the feel of the rain on my face."

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Jack blinked, glanced at her scarf, and got it. "Oh. You're British," he said, miming a scarf, because that explained everything. To him.

"I don't know about you," he started, "but I'm gonna run around here barefoot," he said, shucking off a boot and sock, "just because I can. Heck, it's warm enough," he said, shucking off the other boot and sock. He laced the boots together, stuffed the socks in the boots, and hung them around his neck.

"If you'll excuse me," he said, doing a mock-bow, "I see some puddles that need splashing. You're welcome to join me!" Jack, the classiest of the classy, was now rolling his jeans up to splash in puddles. Like you do.

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Minus the accent of course. Apparently being from England didn't necessarily require that you had to speak like a born native. Ahem.

Penelope watched him in mild wonderment and curiosity. He seemed so free with himself, like he didn't have a care in the world. She envied that freedom, even as she shook her head. "Oh, I couldn't." And she wouldn't. There was no way she was going to take off her shoes and stockings and let anyone see her feet or calves.

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Robin, for no particular reason, since he was a frog after all, was wearing a wee-tiny raincoat and hat. No galoshes though. That would just be silly. But he too was out glorying in the rain. It was different from rain in Florida.

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"Sure you could!" he shouted over at her, duckwalking a bit to some farther puddles. "Live a little. Just watch out for the pneumonia," he said with a laugh.

Jack didn't know much about people from England, nor why they had aversions to showing their mouths or to anything involving feet.