Post by THURSTON alcott on Sept 24, 2009 9:02:34 GMT -5
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♠ Shimmering, untouched, seriously shinny and dangerously captivating, the light went through the big glassy windows as the time started to announce the blatant of happenings, when the golden rays entered the dorm and another day had come by, waiting to be taken before the lad. Autumn had come so hastily and rushing that he hadn’t even noticed when or how. Simplest of facts for him to barely realize of the time and its course during the day, to actually pay attention to small details like weather changing and seasons approaching. Although it was obvious to observe the leaves falling and the brown, maroon and yellowish colors the trees were acquiring with the new winds, as much as the environment was turning colder and the necessity of the coat was turning out to be essential if you wanted to wander about. Nothing to worry about, but he hadn’t brought too much warming coats with him. Thinking of England as a pretty much not sunny place, cloudy and prone to rain all day long – exaggeratedly speaking, Alcott had somehow figured out it would be easier to live by the abundance of sunlight and hot; considering how accustomed he was to spend weeks at home because of the lack of warmth. It was something unwinding to not be under the pressure of freezing air and droplets falling over you. When some people might reckon England was depressing, he couldn’t find a better location to spend the rest of his life. It was true his parents had lied to him to protect him and that he wanted to know just a little bit more from the world than UK, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fond of it. He removed himself under the sheets, refusing to open his eyes as the lit room was pushing him to wake up. Early, as usual, he found impossible to stay in bed. He was missing the days when light was not a problem, and he could got onto his feet whenever he wanted.
♣ He pulled off the blanket and tried to find a way to stand up. It was hard for him to even move an arm, since he was pretty much fond of sleeping. Yawning escaping his lips from time to time as he made his best to get himself seated on the bed’s edge with a lost sight, aimed towards his desk, which was practically an abandoned place. Despite of what people would think of a guy like him, he didn’t enjoy of drawing inside his room; he preferred the outtakes and the fresh air. Strict with himself as he was, there was no homework to be done. He liked to make them when they were given to avoid the burden of having something to do, and keep himself reminding of doing so. His eyes wiggled from the furniture to the ceiling, until they stopped on the floor, fixated and unable to show a glimpse of a blink. He sighed as his mind was landing on earth and the dream he had was leaving just a slightly visible path on his thoughts. It was weird, but he could count the times when he had remembered a dream he’d got. In spite of enjoying of the owning of an almost perfect memory, he could only recall some of them. Both hands clenched around his face as he was rubbing it softly to regain some energy. Once he was sure of not being too much nauseous to make his way to the bathroom, he straightened up with a flick and did it. Greeting himself at the mirror he didn’t mind on smiling or anything else, just a simple expectant looking and a small lurking at himself. Pale skin, blue eyes, and he could ascertain he was being still the same and that nothing, except from the messy hair had changed on him. Shower, teeth and he walked outside ready to get himself dressed in a proper way; according to the bloody cold weather.
♥ Cluttered trunk, standing at the very front, and the seek began. Clothes flying from here to there as he was attempting to create a neat attire for the occasion, which was just another day, without anything interesting to share. This morning he was very quiet and calm. The fact of have been awaken by the sun wasn’t affecting him; at least not to the point to bitter his day. "Black Jeans Perhaps... I haven't ever worn them..." He pondered with a very concentrated expression as he grasped them to lift them above the rest of them. The grip was making them crease but not to mark them and make them unable to be wearable. Alcott tossed them on the bed and diverted his attention to the t-shirts, even though they were located on the very same spot, with the very same order; if that chaos could ever be called such. Nothing on his mind as he thought of the clothing. If he chose a black t-shirt, he’d look like if he was attending a funeral, thus, it was not an option. The rest of the colors weren’t as attractive as the whole idea of changing the pants was, but he had to make use of them, otherwise he would be one of those who bought stuff just to keep them hidden, with the stupid excuse of having nothing to wear. "This shalt be..."He nodded as he picked one from the mess and put it on with the pants and a pair of sunglasses, giving a damn about what people thought of him with them. Halting at his desk, he clutched the notebook resting on it, and stowed it within his satchel with a pretty much visible grin, not haltering before leaving the door behind, arriving the common room, which wasn’t crowded for being so early, so he just carried on his path to the outsides.
♠ He marched on, finding the grounds, and afterwards, finding himself in the middle of the Courtyard, somewhere he hadn’t been before. The plants around and the solitude of the site made him peaceful and relaxed whilst he settled on one of the vast benches around, staring at the natural beauty it was giving off from the distance. " bla bla bla..." blah blah. " bla bla bla"
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