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Post by PRUDENCE JAMES AEROUANT on Apr 21, 2012 13:21:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] It was very early in the morning, so early that the sun was just barely peeking out from the edges of the earth. The lounge was completely silent, chilly and mostly dark. The electronics clicked and whirled, like rows of snoring creatures, resting for a day filled with laughter and gossip and probably a little abuse. There was only one lamp switched on, so the room was filled with milky shadows. In the black corners of the lounge, glowing electronic buttons looked like scattered, twinkling stars. Or eyes that blinked, watching… But Pru wasn’t focused on that.
The dragon-boy in question was exhausted. Like his coldblooded counterparts, it felt only natural for him to sleep in, especially on a Saturday morning such as this. Still, Pru had managed to rouse himself from a deep, scaly slumber so that he may enjoy a moment of silent self-contemplation. Or snoozing. At that moment, Pru lay on the floor, sprawled out in the only patch of sunlight that graced the room’s windows. It was heavenly. He had long ago laid his book on the floor and closed his eyes, blissful in his half-sleep. It was the dragon that liked to sun-bathe, and Pru often found himself waking up, out of bed and on the floor in a fetal position, soaking up the sunlight. He had come up with the theory that the sun somehow warmed the fire inside of him, but that was just conjecture.
Pru gave an inaudible sigh. He liked the silence. He liked the moments of peace. Most of all, he liked the way that he sun lapped at his pale skin and tickled the dragon inside. Mornings like this, he had found in the three weeks he had been here, were worth all of the trouble.
There was a loud crack, and the lights switched on. Pru squinted, the sharp jolting pain of filtered fluorescent lighting needling into his eyelids, ripping the peace out of him.
“The fuck?” Pru growled, lazily propping himself unto his side. He blinked, trying to clear the sleep away to that he could see his intruder. Already the calm of his features were gone, replaced by his regular furrowing of the brow and deep, dark frown.“Hey, whoever you are, go back to your dorm room. It’s fucking six in the morning.”
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Post by MATTHEW ALEXANDER CROSS on Apr 23, 2012 13:50:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) No idea. ( TAGGED ) Pru ( STATUS ) ICOMPLETE Matt had always been a strange kid.
When he had been growing up, most little boys were interested in trucks and playing in the mud. Neither of those had really been all that appealing to him, though. He much preferred staying indoors and read. Or, more often than not, watching musicals. From a young age he had wanted to be an actor, drama being his life. Acting-drama, though, not drama-drama. He had enough of the other drama to make high school look like kindergarten. But anyway, Matt liked being different. It was no fun being like everyone else, and he was always amused by screwing with people’s perceptions of him. Just because he came from a wealthy family did not mean he was a spoiled little rich kid, and just because he was a diva did not mean he liked drama.
Not that he wasn’t a diva at times. Because he certainly was.
But, back on point. Matt loved school, at least most of the time. He actually enjoyed learning. Matt was planning on going into acting. His mom was worried about that, since he was so young. Matt thought that was silly. What he did had no influence on his parents, wasn’t a stain on their reputation. But, for the sake of keeping the peace, Matt just kept a low head and did what was expected of him. It was too much effort fighting with people for no reason.
Today, however, had just sucked, and it was only dawn. It seemed like everyone was on their man-period or something. There was so much drama that it was sort of ridiculous. Matt himself wasn’t involved in any of that, of course. Laid back and serene, it was really hard to get him involved in anything, really. It had been just a normal day for the diva, and that didn’t exactly mean it was a good one. This school was a lot better than his old one; there was no doubt in that. Here he wasn’t afraid to walk around at night and he didn’t have to peek around corners. Of course, the fact that everyone here had powers spun an interesting twist on things. But at least he wasn’t in constant fear here. He enjoyed his classes, and had made some fairly interesting friends here. But of course not everything was peachy keen here. No matter where he was, gays weren’t always readily accepted. Especially Matt. He didn’t give a flying fuck who knew he was gay, and he didn’t try to hide it. Why should he? He wasn’t ashamed to be gay; now that would just be plain silly. He couldn’t change who or what he was, and he wouldn’t.
Take that, bullies.
He had the headache of the century, and all he really wanted to do was go back to sleep. He had been walking back to his room when he spotted the longue door slightly open, and pushed it open. In doing so, Matt managed to knock over a stand, making a loud crashing noise. He cringed, though his head snapped up when someone snapped at him. Blue-grey eyes narrowed. ”Well, excuse me. Didn’t realize that I wasn’t allowed to move. Excuse me for breathing your air.” la la la |
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