( kody ) she's got both hands in her pocket

[Grace Helen Hepburn]

It was a site that most would have been both curiously bemused by and thinking it was unbecoming. Amidst the more neutral skies that came with the winter, creating a sense of duller colorization amongst Walten City, the fuchsia notes of a bag at the pier struck sunlight in the dark. Bright colours often weren’t associated with the winter, making it that all bit more recognisable. In summer a lone colour such as it would have been lost within the uncovered, bright attractions of the summer seasons, and yet with the rides covered and shut down, it struck a certain chord now. The owner of the bag was sitting on the piers wooden floor, regardless of the light blue nature of her jeans that were likely to pick up any filth from the piers edge. Everything about her was light. From the cream jacket, the white t shirt all the way up to the vibrant hair that seemed to retain vitality despite the colour draining priorities of winter. On the whole, Grace Hepburn just didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would sit on a pier, in summer let alone winter. Looking not out of place in a boutique, a transition to just sitting at some pier made her seem oddly disjointed. Especially when the few that still came to the pier were dressed much duller and much more prepared for a ‘day at the beach’. Assumptions were often wrong, pooled together in the case of Grace. Sure, she might have been tall, blonde and dressed very nicely, but that wasn’t her life. Her life was much more unrestrained, freer. A life where she’d wake up one morning to starbucks in the park and the next picking up acorns fallen at the campground. The woman wasn’t shallow and wasn’t vapid, but certainly much more than that. You could see it in her movements, somehow in her eyes. If you talked to her that is, or were even her friend. She wanted all the friends in the world, regardless of the possibility of getting trampled over by the malicious. If her gentle personality transferred into actions, someone would have been pulling her away from the piers edge, fearful for her safety. The fact was, Grace was someone who would always need somebody- she was incredibly reliant on others to keep her attached to realism.

No doubt her sudden infatuation with the pier had been an urge of the moment thing, one of her runaway visions that often led to her ending up in places she had never planned to be. Looking back, the woman realised that the pier really hadn’t been on yesterdays planned agenda for this day. Today she’d have meant to have been walking up towards the Porter art gallery, both just for her own pleasure and to inquire as to whether they were looking to employ. After all, she’d studied art; it was a hobby and passion of hers. Couldn’t draw for anything, but there was more to art than that. It helped that Grace wasn’t in a rush to find an occupation; in fact she kind of loved that. It meant she could take moments like this and thrive on them. Because seriously, who didn’t want to follow their sudden urges? Only the cautious and fair enough Grace had been led astray, but taking chances was what made life exciting and fresh. Or maybe it was just her and her brand new eyes. Before Walten she’d been mothered by everyone around her. Now at the age of twenty three she was finally fending for herself- mistakes and all. Take this morning, she’d pretty much murdered cheese on toast. The girl could write sheet music without blinking but couldn’t make toast? Somehow that worked, oddly. But then that was just Grace. Utterly surprising. One moment she seemed like a Princess and the next she was running barefoot on any grass surface the town had to offer. Like most of the town, she wasn’t exactly dull.

Her mind toyed with the idea that, if she’d been wearing flats, her shoe might have flicked off into the ocean. And somehow she seemed more amused than distraught that anything like that could happen. It was only a few moments after that the realisation dawned on her that the last thing anyone would want was to walk around shoeless in winter. Suddenly she had the urge to bring her legs up and stand; until she was assured her boots had no worry of unzipping, tugging themselves off her leg and leaping into the oceans. It was a thought she would have laughed about with someone, if someone had been there but no one was. People were lingering about, just walking, but no one really seemed to have interest in talking to her. A few looks, but it could be assumed they thought her a bit odd or strange, regardless of appearances. Idly she reached into the bag beside her, pulling out a phone and flicking through her phonebook. Immediately finding Izzy on top of her recent contacts list, Grace debated punching in a call or text, before she threw her phone back down. Of course. That Professor had moved quizzes up and all sorts was going on with her best friend. Phoning Olivier seemed like a bad mistake to Grace, who didn’t want to seem too pushy or attached in early days, no matter of how much she’d have liked too and Kody was likely to be bounding around some forest with fishing rod in hand. Grace debated leaving now, all previous excitement of the pier losing it should in the realisation that things weren’t often enthralling when lived out alone. And with she, herself and her, alone was the word to be used indefinitely.


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