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When he'd walked through the door, the sound of a bell nearly deafened Isaac's ears.

When he steps through the door, everything hits him like a rushing tidal wave. He doesn't recognize everything at first, but slowly things start to come to him. That's the jungle gym and there's the hopscotch and he doesn't know why he's worried about some old hotel because it's recess. The door behind Isaac hangs open as his small feet send him running into the schoolyard playground, his lanky limbs bringing him further than the other kids with every step.

It's only when he gets to the middle of the yard that he realizes he doesn't see anyone he knows and Isaac starts to feel a tiny pit in his stomach that feels a lot like being scared. He wants Camden to come and play with him, but Camden has his own older friends and doesn't have time for a six-year-old like Isaac.

Cautiously, Isaac finds his way to the play area and sits down, hoping that maybe he can find someone to play with. After all, it can't be that hard, can it?

[Recess gathering post in the elementary school door! All ages, grades 1-8 welcome, whether they remember who they are or not]

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Isaac shakes his head, not wanting to bring up the fact that he worries about being physically sick. After all, he doesn't want to scare his friend away. Isaac follows after, though, stumbling a little clumsily though he finds his footing as he runs after Finnick. "We're not going to go too fast, are we?" he asks, even though secretly he kind of wants to.

"Fast as we can go," Finnick answers, flashing a grin over his shoulder. That was half the fun after all, pushing until your legs were about to give out, running and running -- knowing that the more you ran, the better the ride was going to be when you eventually jumped on.

"You can sit in the middle and I'll spin if you want," Finnick offers, taking a hold of one of the bars.

Isaac's always been a tall kid, but now it doesn't feel like the height is such a problem because for the first time in ages, he's not actually thinking about how tall he is or how uncoordinated that might make him. Instead, all he's thinking about is the fact he's made a kind of new friend. Isaac clambers into the middle, preparing himself by gripping the bars tightly. "We can trade after," he says breathlessly, not wanting to be selfish.

Finnick grins, but doesn't yet answer the offer of a trade. After all, he's got every intention of jumping on after he's got it going fast enough. Finnick digs his feet into the ground, muscles lean and prepared from hours upon hours spent swimming. He grips the metal of the nearest bar tightly and then takes off at a sprint, running as fast as he possibly while propelling the carousel into a spin.