|
|
Post by Dominic Leventhorpe on Jun 13, 2010 18:14:57 GMT -5
 YOU SEEM OUT OF WORDS TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS LOOK AT THE OTHER WAY AND FIND SOMETHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR TIME__________________________________________________________ Dominic had spent a night scanning the vastness of his dormitory. The place was huge and the shapes didn’t seem to have a story to tell although the lines of history could be remarked with every tinge coming of out the cracks of the ancient objects and the walls. Nevertheless, it was such a marvelous experience, regardless of his age. However, it comforted him to know he wasn’t the only sixteen year old in school whom was just starting at his teachings. Dominc nodded to himself and pulled his eyes out of the sight of his reflection on the mirror, as he was too much enchanted by the sole appearances it displayed for him. Mysteries, doubt, enigmas, all that secrecy had to be revealed somehow to him, and have a slightest trace for him to follow, so it could lead to the absolute and undeniable answer.
For the second time this day, Dominc sunk his nose in one of the books he was holding lightly with both hands. His back leant against the surface of the wall behind him as he just rested comfortably, basking in the loneliness of the location, and the privacy. Why the latrine? Dominc was someone random, so random at plenty occasions it was just impossible to determine what would be next with him. He enjoyed a lecture within the silence of the bathroom as it seemed imperturbable and so soothing that anything would distract him from what he was stowing attention upon. Such merriment should be forbidden, although he cared less than nothing about the rules when it came to reading. This was something he loved to do that much that even if a curfew for it was employed, he’d just sneak through the darkness to read all along until the brief book of hundreds of pages or so would come to an end with the weirdest of finales as the closure.
He let out a sigh while his hazel orbs retrieved the concentration on the object and the letters began to fill him utterly, as if he couldn’t help but to smirk at it. Such detachment of reality was abnormal from time to time, but to him, it seemed as no one would demonstrate anything better than that. His nimble fingers achieved to turn the page with a small lick on his thumb for a quicker process. It was a myth more than anything actually proven, but even when it helped or not, he’d just continue on doing as if anything else would matter. The sole idea made him laugh and take a hand towards his mouth, trying to muffle the sound of it. Diverted with it, he just carried on the lecture though, something interesting should happen somehow, like if someone was going to catch him reading alone in a corner of the room. That would be hilarious, and he would just start to burst in laughter without hesitation, in spite the new comer would notice it or fathom the hilarity on it.
OPEN
|
|
|
|
Post by ROMOLOUS LUPIN on Jun 17, 2010 10:31:48 GMT -5
For the past two hours Romolous Teddy Lupin had been exploring the school. Now he felt as though his bladder would explode and he could feel his stomach cramping. I knew I should have pissed before I went exploring, but I never listen to myself. Romolous leaned against the stone wall as he tried to figure out which way to go. He just felt like sitting down and he felt like just having to relieve himself. There was no way he was gonna do that out in a hallway. Just the thought of doing it made him feel a bit sick. He decided to go right 'cause it looked like the way he had came from before. This will not happen again. I should have brought Duke with me. Amanda wouldn't have cared I think. Lately he had been taking his sister's dog everywhere with him because he had no one else to be with. His sister was too busy and he hadn't seen his brother arrive though he had heard he was coming to this school to work. Romolous just couldn't get away from his siblings could he? Wanted to get away from home, but they call came with him. At least it was his siblings and his parents.
Starting to feel rather sick he continued down the hallway. What he wouldn't do for a loo or something. Romolous ruffled his hair and let out a sigh. The only light came from torches against the walls. They only gave enough light to see where you were going. Maybe I can talk Amanda into eating out or something. Perhaps find Jonathan and just hang out. Though it had only been a couple weeks since he had seen his brother he did miss him. Jonathan didn't normally stay in the Lupin household because he had his own home. Teddy-Lou would go to his home at least once a week with his sister. The Lupin siblings are rather close, though the age difference from Romolous and Amanda. Jonathan was only three years older than their sister, but eleven from the youngest Lupin. That was one thing he was thankful for - having a close family, but he didn't like it at the same time because his family was often in each other's business all the time. As long as his parents didn't visit the school he wouldn't have a complaint.
After walking for what seemed like forever Romolous made it out of the corridor seemed like a maze. Realizing he was out of the corridor he hugged a statue of a dragon for the sake of it. I'M FREE! Now he could start looking for a loo. Another sigh came from his lips and he began walking toward the staircase and decided to go down to the next floor. He put his hands into his pockets and wondered what he was going to do after he finished finding the restroom. Either he was going to go talk to Amanda or James, or go back to his dormitory and lay there for ages. Romolous looked down each floor until he managed to find the restroom. "Eureka!," he said to himself and walked in. Finding a stall he walked over to it not noticing the other male that was in the room already. The last thing on his mind was paying attention to his surroundings. Even if there had been a troll in the bathroom he would have finished his business before running out as fast as he could. Never again would something like this happen to him.
Once done with his slight business he washed his hands and looked in the mirror. He noticed a male sitting in the corner reading a book. His eyebrow raised as he became suddenly embarrassed and confused. Why on earth would anyone read in the bathroom? Couldn't you do that in a more quieter place? Teddy-Lou didn't really want to know why the male was reading in a place like this. It was just one conversation where he didn't want to go. He puts his hands in his pockets and turned around to lean against the sink. "Having a nice read?," he asked the male in the corner. Half a mind told him just to walk out of the restroom and hope that he never saw that person again and the other half told him to make a conversation. His mother would be quite proud of him to make a conversation with someone else for once. Always Mrs. Lupin was trying to get Romolous to get more friends and be spontaneous. Being spontaneous just wasn't him and he liked the friends he had, though he was sure he wouldn't see them again.
APPAREL;
[/b] clothing. MUSE;[/b] it just ran out. > < NOTE(S);[/b] sorry this was crappy. TAG; dominic leventhorpe. WORD COUNT; 785 (without coding). [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Dominic Leventhorpe on Jun 18, 2010 4:05:34 GMT -5
YOU SEEM OUT OF WORDS TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS LOOK AT THE OTHER WAY AND FIND SOMETHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR TIME __________________________________________________________ For the few minutes he spent in the immersion of the lecture, Dome could sense the tips of his thumbs with every page they marked to turn on, hastily, barely covered by bits of saliva, those nimble things made their moves with elegance as he just enjoyed the commodity of his position, and the quite transparent delight of being there without anyone caring about it or actually having a thought while looking at him. It was irenic, not to mention uncommon and quite settling for him to just have a whit for himself and dig in the profundity of the knowledge and the imagination. The tiny volume was rested on both open palms as he nodded from time to time and frequently peeped at the door so he could assure himself no one would come and break his solitude moment of confinement. These were the occasions he loved the most, to no avail. Who’d come towards him to ask him why he was doing such thing, in such a place was purely irrelevant to him while his concentration remained fastened on the letters and the content. Although nothing else seemed to fill him the way this did, he was just waiting for the final sentence of the chapter so he could just acquire a different posture or give himself a few pats in the back for an outstanding work. Nevertheless, for that to happen actually, was a quite long road to travel through before it could become as plausible as it was deemed within his head.
The Maior hadn’t realized of what he was wearing. The brief instant his bare skin brushed against the cold glazed tiles of the sill he was seated on, he could remember the scarcity of garments attached to his frame. It was the bathrobe, plainly blue with white stripes and the squared trousers the only clothes hindering from him being absolutely naked. Since he was a pretty much careless bloke, the fact his chest was exposed a bit didn’t figure an embarrassment for him, or a change in his ways of dressing. Weird, in every aspect, he still wore the same clothes than when he had woken up, but it was thanks to the engaging lecture had somehow enticed him into a profound tantalizing trance where reality was hard to be distinguished from fantasy. He could have reflections of himself at the mirror whenever his eyes posed on the glassy surface, but those were simple depictions of his being, captured on a crystal wall difficult to pierce, yet impossible to ignore. It wouldn’t cost him a thing to just deviate his attention off his tousled image and retrieve the sense to what he was reading instead. No shock for him to notice he was an actual chaos, even more than expected when his pupils met the refraction of the light. Apparently, those weren’t his best gowns whatsoever, but he hadn’t the visage of a scavenger either, so any of that would turn out wrong for him.
An as prompt as he was about to reach the very closure of the paragraph and the chapter as well, his senses couldn’t prevent him from adverting the entrance of a whole new effigy as an addition to the collection of ornaments for the room. His passage was fast, as he was only there for tending some natural issues we all had every once in a while. Detaching himself from the environment around and the surroundings, Dominic preferred to hook his eyes to the pages before him, as it was not of his incumbency whatever he was there to do. For that matter, it didn’t take him long to get rid of the dire need of a latrine when he shunned the usual impediments for heading towards the sink. He washed his hands clean and then apparently caught him within his radar, as he just irrupted his conscience when his lips parted to utter something he couldn’t help but to cogitate for a small period of time. ‘Having a nice read?’ he repeated constantly for himself, inwardly and with such a tone even his thoughts found it hard to listen at. Actually I do he paused, grinning at the stranger that for some reason, seemed to be an agreeable person for being someone he hadn’t even met yet. I’m basking in riddles and sonnets he joked, not fond of revealing his selections for reading. That could show off by the delicate leather covering every one of his books, with different colours and sizes. Nothing personal, except the fact he didn’t like people sneaking their noses where they weren’t called. His exhaustive selection of books covered from irrational tomes of surrealism to the most critical peaks of magical knowledge and so. Those remarkable examples of taste were just his favourite.
Teddy-Lou Lupin
|
|
