[And despite the hour, Fred's made her way up to the roof again. It's a particularly cold night, enough that she can see her breath as she settles down onto the old blanket she brought with her. She needs to think]
((OOC:Feel free to run into her on the roof at anytime))
[Sleep hadn't come easily to Julia, not since.... The events that had transpired a few days previously were disturbing, to say the least. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get them out of her mind. Those images, that...-- Maybe it had been a long time coming. Maybe it was finally her time to crack, to realize that the facade she put on for the world wasn't as impenetrable as she'd like for it to be.
Regardless, she'd needed some time to think, and somewhere to go. Her feet had somehow aimlessly carried her until she'd ended up here. Not a typical haunt for her, but perhaps that's exactly what she needs at the moment.
A quick glance of her surroundings will tell her that she's not alone; her eyes fall on someone who appears to have similar intentions. For now, though, she doesn't approach, or venture anything into the silence.]
[Fred is again lost in her thoughts. The roof, usually a place that allows her to sort through them systematically seems to have abandoned her. She's no closer to sorting things out than she was before.
[Julia recognizes her kind when she sees it. That lost look, the confusion, she can relate to it all. She'll continue to stand off to the side, quietly watching.
Until something in her compels her to say something. She's not usually the one to break the silence in these sorts of situations, but it seems only right now.
[Her response isn't immediate. Maybe like she's turning something over in her own mind as she's looking out into the distance, without really paying attention to anything her eyes may fall on. But, eventually, that quiet voice is back, its tone still somewhat distracted.]
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On the roof?
Regardless, she'd needed some time to think, and somewhere to go. Her feet had somehow aimlessly carried her until she'd ended up here. Not a typical haunt for her, but perhaps that's exactly what she needs at the moment.
A quick glance of her surroundings will tell her that she's not alone; her eyes fall on someone who appears to have similar intentions. For now, though, she doesn't approach, or venture anything into the silence.]
Yes!
Off a sigh she realizes that she isn't alone]
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Until something in her compels her to say something. She's not usually the one to break the silence in these sorts of situations, but it seems only right now.
Quietly--]
I hope I'm not intruding.
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[Fred recognizes the lack of conviction in her voice ad moves to close the journal firmly]
Just, you know, the company of my own thoughts...
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Seems to be a popular choice tonight.
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Busy, busy head?