[Open]Oh so lost.

[zain]

With what could be considered an almost needed part of him at the moment Zain took a long pull at the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Long term travel never situated him well and factoring in the transfer times in Atlanta it was surprising that he hadn't gone crazy and killed someone on the 'subway' it was a tube and everyone in the country knew it was a knock off on the London Underground which he equally detested. But at least you knew it was going to be a minute late back over the pond. Over here it was full of Irish sounding Twats saying everything was Hey ok.

But once free of his taxi and the first thing he did after dropping his bag to the floor was to light up. Already on his second as he walked down to the pathway towards the university campus. Having only been in a goverment program for much of his previous university age and the drinking age limits would mean that in order to maintain his role he was going to have to do this sober. This was turning out to be more trouble then it was worth. Pausing a moment to pull down his hood and scratch the back of his neck as he exhaled another jet of the smoke thankful that he'd picked up several packs of his normal brand. it was common knowledge that barring Malboro reds which killed you, American smokes just wern't worth the effort. Pulling his hood back up and continuing his way towards what he assumed was the main administration building Zain was secretly hoping that someone would actually turn up and try and help him. Painful memories of the first time he went to a univeristy and wondering around for 4 hours looking for the admin office.

Maybe if he pretended to read a map and look confused. Pulling his best impression of a lost american tourist and unfolding a travel manual he'd picked up from the airport to pretend it was a map. Failing that he'd just yell in his accent and have a swarm of girls asking him where he was from. Why did he ever agree to this plan. A casual look over his back, forgetting that he did have a large back pack on he twisted his body looking for any sign of his previous employers. Nothing...Maybe in a few days. Feeling the heat from his cigarette start to twinge his nose he picked the butt from his mouth and toss it on the ground in front of him. Hopefully their wern't any green californians around...

[©erridwen Corrigan]

Cerridwen looked at her drawing and just wasn't satisfied. The bird was...just not right. She looked closer at the wee little bird in front of her and narrowed her eyes trying to see what she had forgotten in her sketch, but it looked the same. Yet when her eyes returned to her paper, there just was something missing. Blowing out a sigh, Cerridwen kicked some snow in front of her and continued on staring at the bird willing herself to just pick up her charcoal again and keep working, that eventually magically everything would turn right. Ha. As if. Minerva met never come out of the funk she's in, and what was smiling? Cerridwen couldn't even smile anymore. Everything had just...gone to hell. Especially since Mae left. She had gone back to live with her father and once more it was just the two sisters again, though they weren't even together anymore. Cerridwen lived in the cottage she built, and Minerva was now living in the palace. So much had changed, and some days Cerridwen just wished everything would go back to the way it really was.

"This is pointless.."She finally muttered under her breath, a small cloud of smoke rising from her lips into the air. It was far to cold to be sitting out here anyways. She just needed to get away, spring was approaching fast, and she figured that maybe today possibly it would be warmer than most, that Minerva would spare her. Of course she didn't. Minerva was still made at Cerridwen for the little stunt she had pulled last month, almost exposing them. Ha. Good times.

Turning the page Cerridwen's eyes caught a pair of eyes staring back at her. Ugh. Gritting her teeth, she stared back, seething hatred from every pore in her body. Eryk. Closing her eyes, Cerridwen regained control of herself and closed her sketchbook with a large smack! She stood to collect her things and was about to take flight, though that was dangerous in such cold temperatures when she smelled something. Something she certainly did not like. Where was this wretched smell coming from? With a frown on her face, Cerridwen looked around the courtyard she had been sitting in, and found a man walking slowly looking incredibly lost, with one of those horrible cancer sticks hanging out resting on his lower lip. "Why that.." She muttered shaking her head. What she saw next though appalled her though. She watched the cancer stick land in the snow, and melt it's way to the grass.

Flitting over there now, more concerned about the grass than anything else, Cerridwen glared daggers at him. "I hope that you'll pick that up and dispose of that" She glared.

She hovered in front of him, placing her dainty, pale hands on her hips and continued to eye him. Her blue eyes shooting icicles now instead of daggers. Much more appropriate given the time of season. "I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate it if someone flicked a cigarette into your hair. I assure you the grass doesn't like it. Nor will the campus like it when I refuse to come grow flowers for them in the spring" Cerridwen tacked on with a bitter tone. She hated people like him..just throwing their trash wherever they pleased, but then again, she wasn't exactly fond of the male race either. So meh.