Out at the Lake (open)

[ashbash]

It was a cold and wet day in late January. The wind was very strong and lifted the snow that sat on the grass up into wild patterns. The lake was throughly frozen over, enough that some one could go skating on. Taylor walked along the path down until she reached the lake. Her skates were slung over her shoulder and her other hand grasped at her coat to keep it closed.

Finally she reached the lake and found a log to sit on. With her glooved hand she brushed off the snow and sat down to put onher skates. It had been a long time since she gone skating so she wasnt sure exactly how good she would be. Luckly though there was no one around to see her if she fell on her butt.

After lacing up her skates she moved out over the ice. Surprisingly it came back to her right away. Now she couldnt do any stunts and funky turns but when she was sober she was pretty graceful on the ice. After about an hour of being out there it was around noon and she was pretty hungrey. With that in mind she came back to her long and pulled out her lunch. Fortunately it wasnt froozen like the lake.

While sitting there she heard twigs snapping and bushes being pushed aside. Taylor turbed to look in the direction of the noise that way she could see who was about to come into the clearing.

[clyde]

Clyde kept his hands in his pockets.It was a lot colder than he was used to, but then that wasn't hard to pull off. He had gone from living in a place where it never snowed, even in winter to this.. When even lakes would gain an icy layer and people could go skating on it. It was a pretty big difference but Clyde kind of liked it. It meant that long sleeves would keep people from staring or asking about the pretty horrific scars down his left forearm. So far, the only people who had seen it were Hope and his room mate. Hope because he had been talking to her a while and figured he should give her an answer as to why he was here and why he couldn't play his guitar anymore.

Clyde had managed to cut so deep it damaged his tendons. He could still hold on to things and pick up objects but he couldn't press down on the strings properly. this was making left handed guitars a better option but Clyde hadn't had one, let alone time and opportunity to practice on one. A call to his step-dad got him a promise to send one over in a week or two and Clyde was looking forward to it.

Making his way down to the lake, messenger back hanging from his shoulder, Clyde took the chance to take in the scenery, not that there was very much to see here. It was pretty quiet out and he could only assume it was because most people were smart enough to keep warm in one of the buildings. He had thought about it but Clyde wanted to have a good look around. He wanted to see the sights and get to know the place he'd be in for a while. Already, he thought it was the best thing in the world. It was safer (at least for his sanity) and much better than being around his mother. The woman had problems of her own but would never admit it.

Deciding to go off the path for a while, Clyde moved forward, through the foliage only to stop dead in his tracks in front of a blonde girl. "Hey," he said, getting out from between the plants and standing a little straighter, "How are ya goin?" he asked with a smile, his Australian accent becoming a little more obvious with every word he said.