Post by Arual on Sept 7, 2008 20:09:00 GMT -5
Cecil came into the classroom, thankful to be back in class again. He didn't like being in that room so long. Months, actually.
The boy was not quite the same as when he last came into the large room for Master Class; not physically, but mentally and emotionally. "Zet?" he called out to see if Zet was there yet and they'd be getting back to business, or he hoped at least. Cecil was strong again, but exhausted; which was understandable to a point coming from months of sleeping in and now waking up and doing work early in the morning. The young man put a hand to the front of his head, ruffling his hair as its semi wet feeling felt odd to Cecil. Not to mention it was falling in his eyes.
He couldn't understand things, things that he swore were important, things he still couldn't understand yet. "Well, I guess," he muttered as he looked at the watch he kept in his Master Class bag (since the room had no clock inside it like most of the others had). Zet was fifteen minutes late, "you won't be here for a while if you aren't already."
A small silver keychain of an with a very detailed engraving throughout both sides; pure metal. It twisted around in a curled look you would find on mantle tops on most old-fashioned fireplaces; but it looped around and once again into something he couldn't define before it went back to the main slink of chain. Cecil stood on the cold hardwood floor beneath him, silent and studying the symbol with no luck. Why was it so familiar to him? He had never seen it before! His crimson eyes narrowed in a more sorrowful way then in anger- and all had gone silent, leaving himself soully to his thoughts and nothing else until shaken to attention. His thumb ran over the metal design as the teen tried to think, so many memories lost after the accident, even though the nurses said that they would come back sooner or later. It was feeling like forever with each minute passing by, embarrassing when someone came up to him, and he knew who it was- but couldn't remember the face, their relation, or anything.
Cecil leaned against the dark walls near the door, only some of his back hitting the colored plaster and firm boards; the sky gray and cloudy giving little light to the room. That, however; was nothing new. Zet was a drow, well- elf- then drow...and he obviously wore his blindfold for the issue with his eyes and the brightness of the sun. It was mostly dark in here everyday, which was good in some sense because you won't always be fighting or defending in the daylight. Darkness can be adjusted to by your eyes, but only to a certain degree.
....Darkness.....
Cecil put the chained accessory in his jacket pocket and just rested his eyes some as he stood. A small nap can't hurt, right?
The boy was not quite the same as when he last came into the large room for Master Class; not physically, but mentally and emotionally. "Zet?" he called out to see if Zet was there yet and they'd be getting back to business, or he hoped at least. Cecil was strong again, but exhausted; which was understandable to a point coming from months of sleeping in and now waking up and doing work early in the morning. The young man put a hand to the front of his head, ruffling his hair as its semi wet feeling felt odd to Cecil. Not to mention it was falling in his eyes.
He couldn't understand things, things that he swore were important, things he still couldn't understand yet. "Well, I guess," he muttered as he looked at the watch he kept in his Master Class bag (since the room had no clock inside it like most of the others had). Zet was fifteen minutes late, "you won't be here for a while if you aren't already."
A small silver keychain of an with a very detailed engraving throughout both sides; pure metal. It twisted around in a curled look you would find on mantle tops on most old-fashioned fireplaces; but it looped around and once again into something he couldn't define before it went back to the main slink of chain. Cecil stood on the cold hardwood floor beneath him, silent and studying the symbol with no luck. Why was it so familiar to him? He had never seen it before! His crimson eyes narrowed in a more sorrowful way then in anger- and all had gone silent, leaving himself soully to his thoughts and nothing else until shaken to attention. His thumb ran over the metal design as the teen tried to think, so many memories lost after the accident, even though the nurses said that they would come back sooner or later. It was feeling like forever with each minute passing by, embarrassing when someone came up to him, and he knew who it was- but couldn't remember the face, their relation, or anything.
Cecil leaned against the dark walls near the door, only some of his back hitting the colored plaster and firm boards; the sky gray and cloudy giving little light to the room. That, however; was nothing new. Zet was a drow, well- elf- then drow...and he obviously wore his blindfold for the issue with his eyes and the brightness of the sun. It was mostly dark in here everyday, which was good in some sense because you won't always be fighting or defending in the daylight. Darkness can be adjusted to by your eyes, but only to a certain degree.
....Darkness.....
Cecil put the chained accessory in his jacket pocket and just rested his eyes some as he stood. A small nap can't hurt, right?