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Post by prince on Jun 29, 2009 21:34:34 GMT 10
Ryoma Echizen was once again wandering around the corridors after lessons in his dark red school uniform. It was a must for him to wear that colour - a school rule. Ryoma preferred his own wear, his tennis club jersey that reminded him a lot of his freshman year in his school in Japan. As he traced his finger along the corridor wall, he wondered if there is a place where he could sit down and just think about the past quietly. Like a small alone time or something. He continued to walk down the corridor on the second floor, past the Infirmary, and then proceeded to the darker-looking part of the floor. That looks perfect, yet scary for a 12 year old boy like him.
Having absolute confidence and a cocky, obstinate attitude was a plus at times. Being cocky and obstinate, he just wanted to go into the darkness, even though he knew some seniors might be lurking around and waiting for someone more junior to come along, allowing them the chance to bully another person. Even with that thought in mind, the obstinate boy with the golden brown eyes still continued down the corridor. Confidence, that was where in came in after being obstinate. He was sure confident that no one would dare to bully him - whoever did would sure to have a tennis ball on their face; or even a few tennis balls. And tennis balls are painful.
Ryoma continued down, humming a small, catchy tune before staring at the door at the far end. There are many doors, but they are all closed, and presumed to be locked. But the one at the end, labeled '28c', its door was slightly ajar. A stream of evening sunlight shone through that little gap between the hinge and the door, and that's what caught Ryoma's eye. He made his way briskly towards that available room, and pushed the dusty door open. The door's hinges creaked as if it was begging for oiling, and Ryoma sneezed. The room was sure dusty. It looks like it hadn't been used for ages. Ryoma coughed and closed the door behind him, looking around the room.
It was just an unused classroom. The tables and chairs were slightly in a mess - not in the usual neat rows and columns of the classrooms above him. They were dusty too. Ryoma was sure that the dust collected here can make a dust ball as big as a tennis court (no, he was just exaggerating). Ryoma patted the dust off one of the more stable looking chairs facing the window, and sat down, sneezing again. There was way too much dust here. He gazed out of the window, and suddenly felt content. It was nice, the silence. Maybe he'd stay here for awhile more...
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Post by Laura-Annaleise Fae on Jul 3, 2009 8:23:01 GMT 10
Laura was wandering. Walking around the large, old school aimlessly, enjoying the quiet. She slipped past a window, a shaft of light filtered through the thick dust that hung in the air. She stood in the light for a moment, enjoying the way it illuminated her skin.
Smiling wanly, she stepped out of the light and continued walking, her footsteps slow and deliberate, each one echoing and bouncing of the walls. She was content. Being alone had never had a sweeter taste. It was just calming, soothing.
A sudden sneeze shook her from her thoughts. The room at the end of the corridor, room 28c. It was unused, she knew, but maybe another student had snuck in there? 'Hello?' She called softly, a cautious hand on the door knob. Slowly, she began to open the door, the creaking of its hinges startling her.
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Post by prince on Jul 4, 2009 1:46:27 GMT 10
First, he heard the voice. 'Hello?' Ryoma didn't turn his head back to see who is going to come in. By the sounds of it, it was a girl. Possibly someone older than him. Then the door creaked open behind him, and someone stepped into the room. The hinges were creaking really loudly. Ryoma still sat at where he was, not turning back to face the person that had entered. Nor did he give a greeting. After a long silence, Ryoma finally stood up, and brushed the dust off his black robes, looking back at the girl with his bright golden-brown eyes that were partially veiled by a thin curtain of raven black hair. The sun sets quickly in the evening, and the light outside was turning a gentle dark blue already.
Ryoma stuck his hands in his pockets, still staring at the girl with his gold-brown orbs. His usual white cap was on his head again, and he absent-mindedly reached up to touch the edge of the visor, adjusting the position of his cap a little. "Cheez." Ryoma muttered, a sound of acknowledgement. He was in a friendlier mood today, indeed. Normally, he wouldn't really care who came in or not, and would just sit there pretending that they weren't there until the person left in frustration, annoyance or maybe the person was the same type of brat like him. Ryoma nodded at her, and strode over to a table nearer to her, brushing the dust off it. He wasn't ready to go yet.
Ryoma sat down on the spot where the dust had been cleaned off the table surface, and watched the girl again. It might be his hobby - staring at people with his golden-brown eyes.
[ there! a short one! =D ]
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