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[Farron Mathers]

    Partying was not her idea of a good time. She found social situations rather uncomfortable and tended to avoid them. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the company of other people, because she did, but she typically enjoyed smaller crowds. Trying to focus on one person was far too difficult when everyone was talking over each other, competing for attention. She would much rather spend her time doing something productive.

    Taking a nature walk might not be considered productive, but her time could be spent doing worse things. Farron was in the process of searching for a place to live. She'd spent the day visiting apartments and townhouses that were near the University of Vermont, and had decided to spend the remainder of the cool fall Sunday at her favorite place: the lake.

    The air was chilly but not cold, and the sun was beginning to set behind the trees. She wore dark jeans and worn, tattered hiking boots. Her wavy hair was tamed by a gray hat that matched her light jacket. She might look like a normal girl on a walk, if she wasn't balancing over the water on a fallen tree, a notebook in her hands and a pencil dangling from her lips.

    She wasn't crazy; she was artistic. Her notebook was wrinkled and old looking, but beauty radiated within the pages. It was full of poetry, stories, and journal entries. It was one of the many notebooks that she'd filled with her thoughts, and this one was almost full. It would soon join her collection.

    It just so happened that her favorite writing spot was in a tree, high above the lake, where she had a perfect view of the sunset. The only problem was that the branch she had previously used as a step had finally snapped and her only option was now a full foot higher than she could reach with her foot. She couldn't miss the sunset.

    Her right hand rested on the branch above her head, and her left hand on the trunk with her notebook and her feet were planted on the fallen tree. It seemed like an easy climb, if she was just a little taller. She raised her foot and desperately tried to heave herself onto the foothold, but her boot slid against the bark and she found herself dangling from the branch by one hand.

    "Oh, shit!" She cursed, watching her feet dangle over the water. The pencil slipped from her lips and fell to the depths. She was going to fall - that was not her concern. Her concern was that her notebook would drown with her.

    "Help!" She yelled, glancing behind her shoulder and seeing a dark figure on shore. They might not be able to save her from a cold and wet fate, but they could definitely save her notebook.

[Jayson Kline]

He had been training both his mind and his body by frequenting the gym and talking to people, he was surprised by what people were capable of delving into as the most deep conversations sprouted from his visits to the gym. He of course wasn't one for real physical workouts, but it couldn't hurt to at least pretend and not let his membership go to waste by not doing anything. Besides, training his muscles was training his ability as he was now able to carry up to five items at once without getting too tired too quickly and increased his weight limit.

He went out to the lake for some peace and quite, to reflect over what he had learned and heard and how he could use that in his studies at school; he was sure that whatever people told him he would be able to use. He had taken his own notebook and a pen with him for writing and was going to sit down on a bench nearby when all of a sudden he heard a cry for help in the distance.

With some squinting he could see a figure seeming to dance over the water and the voice did sound feminine, this would explain the two humps in front, he realized with a chuckle. When he took notice of the fact she wasn't dancing, but about to fall he needed to do something about it, and tried to figure out a way as he dropped his own pen and notebook before rushing a bit closer while the girl tried to maintain her balance.

This was when he noticed she had a notebook with her, and as much as he'd liked to use his own notebook he knew how disheartening it would be to lose that, so he raised one hand to stop the book from entering the water and flung it over to where he was in order to be able to focus on helping the girl which he was not yet sure of how to do.

He suddenly got an idea as he raised both of his hands and mimicked grabbing the branch she was holding on to. The branch broke off as Jayson felt the weight of both the girl and the branch and was barely able to keep it airborne, but if she didn't panick and kept holding on to the branch he would be able to put her down on solid ground.