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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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Sometimes, Isaac wonders if maybe he should just spend recess inside. Sure, he likes to come out and see if there are comic books he can trade, but otherwise, it seems like everyone has more friends or better friends than him and he's not really sure why he can't be more outgoing. Camden always says he just has to try.

So he needs to try.

Maybe there should be a comic book about this.

Finnick stares openly at the sprawling expanse of playground in front of him openly for several seconds. It's already been months since he's been in regular schooling and certainly deprived of any sort of time dedicated to mere play. Sure, he's still expected to learn the odd thing about numbers and letters, but most of his time is now devoted to how to make fishhooks, how to build fires, and how to find fresh water. (And training on how to become fast and fit, although those lessons aren't nearly so overt yet.)

It's an uncharacteristic moment for him, where he's not sure -- Is this some kind of odd test? Is he allowed to be here? He eyes the swings with an obvious interest, remembering how to go up and down with a few pumps of his legs. Really, he expects Mags to show up any moment and grab him by the ear to take him back down to the beach.

But there's no sign of his mentor for the time being, so he decides he's going to make the most of it. He scrambles across the playground, halted only by the sight of a boy on the ground. He stops, unabashedly friendly and curious, even at this young.

"What are you doing?" he asks, peering down at him.