Papawho? (Henny)

[posey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] Hold my Hand It's a long way down to the bottom of the River If you fall, hold my hand Another Friday had made it's way to Mayview, and Posey had successfully managed to sit her way through another 'shift' of detention. The young girl really didn't mind, if she wasn't sitting in detention- she'd have just been doing something else that would put her there tomorrow. It wasn't that she strived to be a bad person, she was actually quite sweet once you got to know her. She just really enjoyed pulling pranks and tricks on people. Her Mother used to call Posey her little Pixie. Even back then she'd had the nasty habit of stealing all her parents shiny things and hiding them in her secret place. But that was then, and this is now. Waving goodbye to the teacher on duty, she heads out of the classroom used for that days detention session. She wasn't sure where Ella was, and she wasn't about to go off searching for her cousin. If she couldn't do any better than that, then she'd have to really reconsider her situation. Not that there was anything wrong with Puck, he was fantastic and she loved him like a brother. There in was the problem, he was family, she needed to make friends that were non-blood related. She thought about heading over to the drama room and working on the new costumes, maybe Alexander would be there.... Meh, she just wasn't feeling it. Not after having sat cooped up in a room for the past few hours. Making her way out onto campus, she opens her bag and reaches in. Digging about she finally finds her camera and pulls it out. It was something she'd been getting into, ever since the 'accident'. Photography was fun, especially when you managed to capture something you hadn't even realized until you develope the film. And it kind of made her feel like a thief, stealing random people moments, memories... Sometimes she would snag such a wonderful moment, that she'd have to sneak it to the person it really belonged to. So people on campus were constantly finding envelopes shoved under the doors with pictures in them. She couldn't help but wonder how many people though they had a personal stalker on campus. Moving into a grove of trees, she drops her bag at the base of one, and reaches up to grasp the lowest hanging branch. It didn't take much effort to hoist herself up, and she was able to scootch about until her butt rested firmly on the branch. One good thing about all the years of dancing and exercising she supposed- even if she couldn't dance anymore. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she lifts her camera up and starts to move her head back and forth, watching campus through the view finder, and snapping off a few shots here and there. tagged !

[/b] Henny<3 words ![/b] No Clue!
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[aggie]

Henny had always been one of those very strange people who felt a strong dislike for fridays. Most children and students spent their entire lives longing for fridays, and the promise of the weekend – but Mr Kendal was one of the rare few who loved class days. He liked his classes. He liked to work. He liked to spend hours with his friends, and chasing a ball across some sports field or another. Weekends always seemed sadly empty after the sheer level of running back and forth the junior managed to cram into his week days. Not, that is to say, that he'd didn't like them. Henny was notorious for liking everything under the sun. Weekends gave him time to see his friends outside of the college (which invariably meant heavy drinking with Astrid) – but he still missed the buzzing hub-bub of the Mayview corridors.

So, for Henny, fridays were always busy. He made a point of running around and visiting all of his friends before the weekend. He spent some time working at the library. He went to a lecture which had nothing to do with his topics, just to learn a little something new. And, of course, he had training for the lacrosse team. Not that any of this was considered 'pushing himself' and his increasingly frail body by the boy at all. Henny Kendal had no limits.

And so, out of breath and a little sweaty from lacrosse practice, but feeling happily productive, Henny set out to hunt down the one friend who had somehow managed to escape his friday check-in. Posey. Henny adored Posey. The brightly coloured little pixie was always a challenge, and always taking him by surprise. She was a little fire-cracker, and a trouble maker – and whilst Henny did his best to keep her on the straight and narrow, she was always dragging him headlong into some mad scheme or another. And of course, Henny loved it. Hell, he'd been known to pull of some outrageous stunts himself in the past, and having an adorable freshman girl at his side made it all the more thrilling.

Still, he had had no luck hunting her down that afternoon – which was strange, bearing in mind how dramatically she stood out of the crowd. The boy had searched everywhere in the school before eventually giving up. His day, it seemed, would have to be Posey-less. And so, feeling fairly disappointed, and more than a little tired, he flopped down wearily under one of the trees. Heaving a sigh, he shut his eyes – maybe if he had a ten minute nap, by the time he woke up something exciting would be happening. Or at least he'd have the energy to potter off back to him dorm.