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Bailey Harper ([personal profile] warmeryouth) wrote2014-08-29 07:09 pm

And I'll Walk Slow. {Open}

In the wake of the destruction of the beach, Bailey's tended to stick to the boardwalk. There's a light breeze running through the air as he meanders between shops, taking in the atmosphere and enjoying the relative calm before school starting next week. Jesus, he can't believe he's going to be a teacher. But genuine delight floats throughout him like sea foam, alongside the nervousness; this is one of his many dreams, and he's achieving it.

He has his iPod in as he walks, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, and he's singing out loud to himself, along to one of his favorite songs. Perhaps, as the blush in his face might suggest, he is thinking of a certain Irish woman with a gift for clay as he walks; the spring in his step also suggests so, as he moves in time with the melody of the song. Sure, people give him funny looks as he passes by, but he doesn't let that bother him.

As he sings, he does indulge in one aspect of his powers a bit: he exudes cheer and good-will through his voice, and so, while those who encounter him initially stare at him as though he'd grown an extra head, after a few moments, they, too, find themselves smiling and feeling as though at least some of the burdens on their hearts have been lifted.

OOC: Find Bailey on the boardwalk, singing to himself and bringing general good cheer to those who pass him by. Feel free to have your character affected or not as you see fit; a great time to meet him, he's in a great mood!
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[personal profile] brigid_moran 2014-08-29 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Brigid turned the levers to shut down the kiln when the last cone fell and put both hands at the base of her spine, arching a little in counter pressure. She checked the time on her phone and nodded. Time enough to go out and get a breath of the sea air while she waits for the oven to cool enough for her to check the freshly fired pieces.

Hair in a pony tail high on her head with tendrils escaping everywhere, cutoffs and tank top splattered with clay and feet bare, Brigid walked out onto the boardwalk and stopped against the railing to look out at the horizon.