itinere | open | birds flying high, you know how I feel

No more snow means the city of Itinere has come to life. It's kind of a relief after the perpetual snow that never went away, that never changed or melted or looked anything but perfect. After awhile, perfection became a worrisome thing. He was glad it was Springtime, or that it seemed to be Springtime. It just added more life to everyone and everything. Itinere had needed this.

Derek, in one of the better moods that he's been in in awhile, has gathered a bunch of roses to take to all the employees of the rec center he owns and runs. He walks around the building passing them out to each and every employee with a little added flirtation and a charming smile that he's all too adept in giving. His friends used to say how unfair his smile was in that it was almost too charming. He would counter with the fact that he got it from his mom, nothing to be done about that.

He even keeps one of the roses for himself before he gets to his work for the day. He takes it to his office area and lays it on his desk before checking the schedule of classes for the day on his laptop. Quickly, he changes into some sweatpants and a tank top and then goes out into the main area to see if anyone needs any help with their work outs or classes or in setting anything up.

Yep. This is bound to be a good day.

ooc: Derek, having touched so many roses, is going to be affected. He may or may not feel the affects of them with others. Just let me know if you're open to it. There's a description of the rec center HERE. And if you want to plot something heavy, I have a comment HERE.

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It's been a hard day so far. The hardest she's had since arriving here. Katniss hadn't expected to see the roses and if she had known they were out there, she would have stayed in her apartment and not left until every single rose had wilted away.

She isn't good at being nice and polite on a good day. Today, it's impossible. She never should have come here.

Katniss shakes her head. It's the closest she can bring herself to saying that it's okay. On some level, she knows that she's really the one at fault here. But she doesn't want to acknowledge that either.

Okay, so handle with care. Derek gets the message loud and clear. His occupation in his world had little use here so far. But sometimes those profiling techniques kicked in without his even trying. He could read Katniss's posture, her eyes, the way she held herself and the way she moved. Her defenses were so high up that he would need a mountain of ladders to scale them.

Derek, on the other hand, was more open than usual in thanks to the red roses he had collected on the way here. He'd collected them with the best intentions, as Derek did everything, and yet... here he was. Open as a book. Granted, part of Derek's outward persona was charming, easy-going guy. While underneath simmered a whole mess of issues. But today those issuses were non existent.

He still thought Katniss was pretty. Even if she didn't seem to think much of him.

"I'm Derek Morgan. I answer to either of those names." He says. "This is the rec center. There's lots you can do here. Work out. Sports. Swimming."

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