Fun in the Sun -open-

[tehchessie]

Impera lay half asleep in her overly puffy pearl coloured bed as the sun shone though white painted window. A beam shone over her eyes sending her almost awake eyes to red overload. Rolling over and groaning she hit her face beneath the pillows not wanting to get up at all. There was nothing to really do anymore. And then it struck her. Imp bolted upright in one very quick movement which would give any normal person a head spin. The pillow which was covering her head flew in front of her onto the floor.
“OhMiGawd!” She spoke quickly as if alarmed by impending doom. “It’s Tuesday.”
She tried to get out of her bed but the excitement got the better of her and her legs were trapped in the blanket making her fall of the bed and hit the carpet, head first. As if nothing happened she sat up, blanket still encasing her legs and gave a small squeal with her hands balled into fists.
“I love Tuesdays!” She cried and stood up.
Hopping to her old oak wardrobe she swung it open expecting butterflies to fly out of her little rainbow of clothes. While grabbing her favorite tank top with one hand she tried to untangle herself from the blanket. Thankfully it worked and she was able to get out of her pajamas.

Now dressed in a silver tank top lined with shining veins and a very old pair of blue jeans she raced into the bathroom and quickly, not to mention messily, tied her hair up into to braids with her block fringe sliding across her forehead. Then she raced out to the kitchen where he mother was just serving up pancakes.
“Hi mum,” she said and took two pancakes, “Bye mum.”
She was out the door before her mother got one word out. A few seconds later Impera was back retrieving her small backpack which contained her money, ipod and some drawing things. Coming back out she smiled at her mum and left taking another pancake.

The Square was the perfect place to sketch life in action. Impera walked around the fountain twice as if she were like a canine preparing to sit, she then sat on the ground in front of it. From her bag she retrieved her red ipod and her drawing things. The music she was last listening to was happy and calm music, the best kind for when your lazing around the house. This occasion called for something different. Flipping through the songs she found her favorite drawing song. Once it was playing she placed it gently on the ground beside her and picked up the black pencil and began to sketch The Squares commotion. Hopefully no one splashed in the fountain behind her then again it wasn’t allowed was it?
Having just finished the very messy draft she picked up her black pen and began to outline the flowers and trees in the picture. She sang to the song that was playing to herself and looked up admiring the beautiful scenery. Pink and blue flowers with lush green grass and tall colourful trees. Butterflies dancing around the flowers.

SPLASH!

A small wave of water covered her and the picture. She turned toward the fountain, her red fringe stuck to her forehead making it hard to see. She pushed it aside to see her water lover who felt the need to dance in the fountain. Thankfully nothing could ruin her happy mood and she simply smiled at the person.
“Having fun?” she asked with genuine interest.

[Deathy]

Simon liked water, he hadn’t always but since the car crash it had been something that started to call to, come on it would seem to say I’m nice to swim in
He ignored it, he had a felling it was in the same category as his new craving for meat. Not him, something else that was now part of him that he didn’t want.
Walking through the square his wandering eyes fell on the fountain, the water in it was crystal clear and with the sun light dancing off the ripples it was one of the most welcoming things he’d ever seen.
Without thinking his legs began to walk forward toward the fountain. Reaching it he stopped and looked at it. Today had been really, really hot…
He dipped his finger in a lazy smile on his face.
NO! he thought viscously and went to push himself away from the fountain.
He bumped into a large man as he can spinning backwards and out of reflex and more than a little vindictiveness the man shoved Simon back.
The push was hard and Simon’s small frame went tumbling it to the water fountain, creating a huge splash.
oh bother he moaned.
Then he heard a girls voice, having fun?
He looked up err, not really could you give me a hand to get out? he asked, trying to stand up and slipping back over. The bottom of the fountain was covered in slim.

[tehchessie]

Impera squeezed the water from her deep red braids and then placed her picture and ear phones on the water covered ground. Well there goes her work and probably her ipod. Yet still her mood was not broken by the simple fact. It was Tuesday. Nothing seemed to phase her at all. She stood up and watched for a few moments as he struggled to stand up in the slippery ground within the fountain. He was blonde and didn't look at all as if he should be living in Wavering Shadows. Maybe somewhere near the beach where people would like the surfer guy look. Taking in the funny sight in front of her, her green orbs glowed with childish humor. Falling down he asked for some help. Laughing lightly she stood onto the edge of the fountain and offered a hand to him.
"Sure i can give you a hand." She laughed some more. "I guess by wanting to get out the fountain you never meant to go flying in?"
Impera laughed again and wiped the water dripping over her face.

[Deathy]

He grinned at her, water dripping down his face and into his eyes I was thinking about it and then somebody granted me my wish he laughed and grasped her hand It’ is nice but he said looking around nervously for the man who had pushed him in, making sure he wasn’t about to make another surprise attack.
Using her hand to balance him Simon pulled himself out of the water, pushing himself over the barrier and onto the ground on the other side, wet ground but not as slippery as the fountain.
Letting go of her hand he shock himself and sent water flying every where.
Simon stopped why on earth did I just do that? he asked himself, then he looked down and saw his saviors’ drawing and iPod.
oh no! his eyes widened, worried that his shaking had made the girls stuff wet I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean too wet your stuff!

[tehchessie]

’I was thinking about it and then somebody granted my wish’ he laughed and grabbed her hand. She helped him up making sure he was balanced. It’s nice when all someone needs is a hand to help them. Easy to do as well. She helped him over the barrier and then onto the ground beside her drawings and ipod which were getting more wet as the water dripped off his clothes.
“The fountain is very tempting but I think you’ll find your not allowed to swim in it.”
He shook himself like a dog would do after a bath sending water flying everywhere. Covering her face from the water she laughed. That was definitely unusual. Tuesdays were getting better and better.
’Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to wet your stuff’
Impera looked down at her things then simply smiled at them. Green eyes looking at the running ink of the sodden paper.
“It’s fine. My drawing wasn’t that good anyway as for my ipod. It was old now I get another one!” she sounded chipper.
She jumped from the barrier and sent a small spray of water at him. She laughed some more.

[Deathy]

Simon’s grin was one of relief Oh good he whipped his brow he smiled sheepishly Well at least I’m not hot now he said trying to look on the bright side of being sopping wet.
Simon laughed when the water hit him, it wasn’t like he could get any wetter.
So what were you drawing? Simon asked politely, you should be nice to people who rescue you from fountains his mum had said that to him once, the second time after he’d fallen in one. Not that it was hard, you could feel the girl’s happiness bubbling under the surface and it was hard to be annoyed at being wet when faced with that.
cause even with all the ink running it still looks pretty good

[tehchessie]

’So what were you drawing?’
What had she been drawing? She could have told himeasily that it was the square but she felt the need to explain it more than it needed to be.
“It’s a place in Wavering Shadows that has a fountain and shops. And it has trees and flowers and there is this guy wearing a red shirt whose been sitting under a tree since forever.” She pointed to the old man in the red shirt who was reading a very old and possibly outdated history book. How anyone finds history interesting was besides her. “In lame terms I was drawing the Square as you see it now.”
Looking at it closer she looked at the individual paths the ink had made and saw that despite it being wet and not resembling in the slightest what she had been drawing it looked pretty damn cool. Smiling happily she raised the picture so the light could shine through the fragile and delicate now see through paper.
“You know what, I think your right.” She sat down on the barrier not bothering to watch for the water considering her clothes were wet but not as wet as his, quite obviously. “The names Impera by the way.” She continued to study the picture wandering what else could be done to it.

[Deathy]

Simon listened fascinated by what she, he laughed when she pointed out the man in the red shirt. He’d always liked drawings, never able to draw than a stick figure himself he enjoyed looking at ones done by other people. lame terms, artistic terms both sound great he laughed. that water really was nice he thought lazily.
He grinned it’s like one of those old Chinese ink paintings! he ventured watching the sun stream through it.
nice name he said, meaning it I’m Simon, not quite as exotic as yours but it serves he smiled.
Simon sat down on the barrier of the fountain, a pool of water forming under him almost immediately.
He stamped his feet twice, listening to the squelching sound the shoes made when they were full of water. For some reason this made him laugh.

[tehchessie]

’It’s like one of those old Chinese paintings!’
“Chinese ink paintings.” She paused for a moment then grinned, “I’m a genius! Well..it was you too. You wet the paper.”
Maybe I’ll do some more of these if I can, she thought to herself. She placed the drawing down on the only dry bit of ground she could find which was luckily an arm span away. Given its weight from the water it wouldn’t fly away in the light breeze anytime soon.
“Exotic? I never realized my name was…exotic…” she pursed her lips then eased into a smile, “Your name suits you well, Simon.”
The squelching sounds Simon’s feet were making weren’t the best of sounds to listen to. Not when you could listen to the birds and idle chatter of the street. Impera laughed with him and nudged him as if to say stop it. But in her one movement her jeans decided to make a similar noise and she giggled. She squeezed her tank top relieving it of any of the excess water then put her hands on the inner edge of the barrier. She felt her hands slowly slipping but thought it was only her imagination. That is until her hands slipped off completely sending her into the water. She still looked like she was sitting down. Her waist was bent and her face was under the water. With eyes open she looked up not realizing what had happened. Using her elbows for support she pushed up so her head was above the water.
“Well that was unexpected.” She said a little breathless but still managed to grin.

[Deathy]

He laughed at her glee were both genius, you drew it and I artfully splashed water over it
When she nudged him he stopped his squelching not a pleasant noise Simon he reminded himself, he squelched them once more to check yep, defiantly not pleasant
Simon blushed slightly when she complemented his name Thanks he said giving a small smile. Simon didn’t get complemented often.
He was looking down at the painting when what seemed like a tsunami of water hit him in the back.
what the? he looked down and started to laugh you fell into! he giggled.
well that was unexpected she said and Simon laughed harder.
Eventually he got himself under control and reached out a hand to help her up after all one good turn deserves another
but refreshing he pointed out, grinning.

[tehchessie]

She laughed along with him and attempted to push herself up hoping it would be easy to get back on the barrier. Nope, she slid straight back down. No wonder Simon was slipping around like made in the water when he was in. She propped herself up again with her eyes closed as her fringe was close to sticking in her eyes.
“It definitely is slippery,” she said and grabbed onto his hand. She pulled herself up onto the barrier and wiped her face free of the water which was tortuous on her face. For a second time she had to flick her fringe to the side so she could see.
’but refreshing’
“You got that right,” she laughed and squeezed some water from her braids. “No wonder people aren’t allowed in it though, it’s very slippery. And they want to make sure no one has fun in it.” She laughed and looked at Simon.
“Sorry for wetting you again and thanks for helping me out. Now I know how you felt.”

[Deathy]

it is slippery, maybe they don’t clean it anymore because the cleaner fell and hurt himself Simon laughed and that’s why it’s got so slippery! detective Simon deduced.
He made sure she was balanced and then inched his sitting position a bit further away from the edge, as pleasant as it was Simon didn’t really feel the need for another swim. Anyway water was still dripping off him.
He grinned as she wrung her hair dry again. yeah that’s city councils for you, there all about safety and no fun! My dad use to say that they are one of the ultimate no fun clubs
He shock his head at her It’s not like I was getting any dryer anyways he said grinning, yeah, wet he laughed at that.

[tehchessie]

“If the cleaner fell and hurt himself and this was never cleaned how is it so clear and crystally?” She made a dramatic dun dun duuuhh noise and laughed with him.
Impera seemed to be getting along quite well with Simon, conversation seemed to flow easily and it was interesting. Who would have thought of something like the cleaner hurting himself in the fountain so they reframed from cleaning. She smiled and listened intently moving on to her tank top which was now soaked more than before and squeezed the water out.
’My dad used to sat that they were the ultimate no fun clubs.’
“My mum says that too,” she laughed. “My dad not so much.’
Shooting a glance at her picture she checked if it was still in a dry spot. Yep still was but there was a puddle slowly crawling its way towards it. She twisted around and leaned for it but with no luck and she didn’t feel like getting up so she pressed her chest as close to the barrier as possible and reached this time she got it and just in time to.
“Bad water, bad!” She said forgetting Simon was there. She turned back and smiled, “sorry bout that you were saying?”

[Deathy]

He laughed with her and waved his fingers doing a ghost impersonation m, magic he in the spookiest voice he could muster.
she thought my joke was funny! he kept thinking she thought my joke was funny, no ones ever thought that before! this made him laugh.
He wriggled his toes, wet shoes wee beginning to become very uncomfortable, reaching down he pulled off one of his boots to get at the sock. yep sopping
bad water, bad!
He grinned at her talking to the water yeah you tell’em, you can tell it’s scared he pointed at one part of the puddle look that bits running away! he smiled up at her so she’d know it was only a joke or she’ll think your mocking her and she’ll hit you in the face he grimaced yeah that too

[tehchessie]

’Yeah you tell ‘em, you can tell it’s scared’
“Maybe I should bark at it,” she said jokingly then laughed.
Truth be told she done that once. When she was in her wolf form. It’d been raining and her reflection scared her and instinctively she barked at it. Impera learnt something that day, Puddles aren’t scared of a dog or a wolf barking at them.
’Look that bits running away!’
“I am Impera! Master of scaring Water!” She pushed her chest out and put her hands on her hips.
Letting the air escape her lungs Impera returned the smile then rolled her pants up to her knees. Her legs were being suffocated from the damp denim. After they were rolled up she picked her feet up and sat cross legged still on the barrier. The sun was beating down so hopefully it didn’t take much longer to dry off. Being wet was definitely something Impera disliked when she was wearing jeans. Even still she was having a great Tuesday, better than usual.