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[December Kennedy]

Most people would prefer to avoid the hospital at all costs. They would come only when necessary. IE: A broken bone, a pregnancy ... that sort of thing. December, on the other hand, found it somehow calming to simply sit in the main waiting room of the building. There was something lovely about watching frantic people rush around you when you had nothing to worry about. Perhaps it was a bit sadistic, but it was certainly a reminder that she didn't have so much horror in her life.

Things could definitely be worse, she told herself as she observed the bustling activity all around her. So she was somewhat alone. At least she had her health. As she was thinking this, she had the sudden urge to cough. December smiled to herself. She'd always been quite the hypochodriac.

[Fisher James]

Fisher wasn't here for any important reason, really he was here to capture the rush and anxiety about a hospital. So the lanky boy tucked himself in the corner of the hospital lobby with a pad of paper and a pencil. He was sitting indian style in the chair, his paper resting in his lap. Eyes moving around the desk and area behind it with interest trying to find someone...something. So far the only thing he'd begun to draw was the doors that lead from Emergency to ICU. He was an odd boy, and when I say odd I mean real real odd.

Glancing over he noticed a girl around his age sitting in a chair, she looked as if she was there for no reason. As if she was there just to sit and watch. Well that made him feel a bit better. Smiling shyly to the girl he quickly let his gaze fall back to his page as he began to draw the profile of her face in the corner, as if someone was standing right behind her looking out over the lobby.

[December Kennedy]

December watched the dramatic scenes unfolding around her in a state of what can only be described as awe. In that moment she was both thankful that there was nothing quite so life-altering going on with her, and also somewhat jealous. Not jealous of the pain and injuries so much as the caring. She knew that if she ended up in the hospital for some reason she's most likely only have one visitor ... and he would only come because he felt like he owed her something, not because he was genuinely concerned.

The minx let out a long, low sigh. Way to be emo in the emergency ward. The perfect pretense for some whiney screamo band. She'd have to remember to pitch the idea to the Stallyns. As this thought formed she smiled to herself, though she wasn't quite sure why.

Growing bored with the girl with the broken leg in front of her, December scanned the room for the millionth time since she'd arrived. This time her gaze came to rest on a boy. A most peculiar boy seated away from the action of the room. There was something curious about him. She wanted to find out about him, suddenly. She was intrigued. Then agian, she wasn't quite ready to be bold enough to approach him in this room. What if he were waiting for someone in an operating room or something? He probably wouldn't appreciate being bothered.

She stared until he looked back, quite creepy actually. Offering a dazzling sort of smile, she mouthed a single word. Hey.

[Fisher James]

Fisher was having withdrawl, he needed a concert. He need a friend. He need some more cigs. Back in Texas he'd worked at a coffee shop and so acoustic shows were always happening up there, he also was a photographer and got into just about every show in the DFW/Austin area. What people didn't know was that his paintings were a million times better then his photos, which were too good in general. None the less the boy missed his friends. All the little scene kids that he danced with, the techno band everyone knew that opened for all the metal heads, the girls that he could cuddle with, the glow sticks, the stars. He longed to go back there, or even to go back to Berlin. But he knew this place had mroe to offer for him in the art industry and possibly in the music business as well.

When her eyes met his own pale blue ones a blush crept to his pale cheeks. "Hey." He whispered softly teeth snagging his lip as he stared at her. His hand had stopped moving across the page and he sat silently. It was like a scene from a movie, two strangers just watching each other. Slowly he moved his other hand and patted the seat next to him, a very bold move for this kid. Fisher didn't talk to people often. maybe it was the new surroundings that was getting to him. He needed human contact even a tiny amount would do him good.

We're concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe
...in us.

[December Kennedy]

December watched as the stranger patted the seat next to him. It was almost as if she weren't even in the room. She felt as though she were watching the events unfold from a place near the ceiling. She was famous for detaching herself from various situations, but usually they were somewhat different than this.

It took a moment for the motion to mean anything to her. When it finally registered in her mind, she simply stood and gracefully strode across the somewhat crowded room to the boy. Taking the graciously offered seat, her face remained in that sparkly inviting smile she'd flashed minutes earlier.

"I'm December." The introduction was spoken coolly, but in a friendly sort of way. She didn't offer a hand or any other such formality, having frowned up them in the past. Instead she simply gazed at the boy through her eyelashes, waiting for a response.