There's no harm in a little adventure.

[Remy Lacroix]

Today was much like most of his off days, with Remy himself lost and confused at where he had ended up. It had sort of become a routine over the past few weeks to just hop on a train and let faith take him to his next destination. And this time, his destination was some small town in Surrey. Remy made his way down the empty streets. No one was really out. It was cold and snowy out and most people were in their houses snuggled warm in their blankets by an open fire, or at work some place. But not him.

His teeth chattered loudly and his hands desperately tried to keep warm by remaining lodged inside his coat pockets. Though his head was all warm, and remained covered by a dark red knitted cap with ear flaps and two strings that remained untied. A Christmas present from his dear mum. She always felt handmade stuff was better than any store-made present. Though, he had no objections. All the stuff she made always kept him warm and it was also pretty soft.

He didn't really have any direction or place to be. His feet sort of just continued to take him farther and farther. His eyes stared at the houses all aligned perfectly, and all looked exactly like the next with only a few minor changes in window curtains. It was nice though, but Remy himself was a man who preferred different stuff. Not the same old stuff. That stuff got boring. At least with different stuff you had a little change in scenery.

Oh well. He continued to walk further until he got close to a small deserted park. Most everything there was frozen, the swings had a thin layer of snow, much like the slide and everything else in the park. He smiled a little to himself, looking over to make sure no one else was around. What harm was there for a grown man to hop on a swing anyway? He raced into the park as if there were others after the swings. He stopped in front of the first swing, flipping over the seat to the dry part and hopped on.

Boy was it cold. He began kicking his feet to get a little air in. He could hear the swings rattling, awakening slowly. The cold air brushed past his face but he didn't care. The swings gave him the rush he was looking for out of his trip to muggle suburbia.

(OOC: Sorry it's pretty dull. It's the best I could come up with. xP)

[Kaleb Zou]

Finding himself wandering on a cold day, he knew he just got back to school but he couldnt help himself. He just needed to wander, no not need, wanted. Moving down a long, narrow like dirt road that was covered in snow and small patchs of ice. It was freezing and his teeth clattered uncontrollably. Letting out a sigh, seeing winter breath, he pulled his coat closer to his body.

Sometimes, when you find yourself on a road, you wished and longed for some light to give you comfort. Walking up a hill, his legs shivering ever so slightly to the cruel breeze of freezing wind. Once at the top he noticed a few lights up a head, his heart beating with joy his mind forgot about the cold. He bolted down the cold road towards what appeared to be Surrey town.

"Yes!"He cheered, bending over slightly to catch some air, happy that he made it. Blinking he looked around, the houses seemed to be odd, not like they seemed ugly or anything, but perfect.... Letting that shake his mind he walked down the less ice covered street to what appeared to be a park.

What was that noise? It was a rattling, screatching sound of metal being moved back and forth. When closer he realized what it was. It was a man, older than him, swinging on a swing. Curious he walked over to where he was, the snowy ground made a crunch noise beneath him. "Hello there, mind if I join you?"He asked, trying to make it so his words wouldnt jitter.

[Remy Lacroix]

Remy almost felt like a kid again. Swinging around. Boy if anyone had seen him they would laugh. An old man swinging like a five year old. That would be some sight to look at. Though luckily for him, this town was pretty much deserted. Almost everyone was in their house or something. He had yet to see anyone, aside from the occasional car driving by. As he swung higher and higher, all he could think about was if he could go past the top and around, a dream for any swinging kid. He heard that loudness of the metal clinging together, and for a second his heart stopped.

Wasn't there some sort of age limit on the swings. His feet stopped kicking as he tried to think, swinging back and forth, slowly losing speed. Now scared of the facts of breaking the swing and just kerplunking on the ground and if one day a little girl wanted to swing and she saw it all broke and just sobbed her eyes dry. He felt a pinch of guilt. Maybe he'd stop... he looked to his right noticing more swings. .. or maybe.. he grinned and began to kick his feet back and forth, regaining the lost speed. If that little girl wanted to swing so bad she'd wait her turn dammit. Besides, he wasn't old, he was just... mature.

He then heard barely through the loud metal clanging, a boy speak or something. He looked down as he was swinging way, refusing to stop swinging. "uh.." he first blurted out as he swang past him "sure.. go--" he swang past him again "again" he added. It wasn't like he minded. Though, the boy was gonna have to be careful because he was probably seconds away from breaking the swing or something.