Post by DaeSiggil on May 15, 2009 11:30:04 GMT -5
Aither was seated alone, for how long he didn't know. But it was enough, he knew. He was bored. No, not just bored. He was completely and disgustingly Bored.
He lay upside down on a sofa in the common room. One leg was hooked over the arm, the other over the back and his arms were splayed at odd angles with palms pressed to the floor and elbows in the air. His head hung a few inches above the floor as his loose blond tresses pooled below.
He sighed heavily. He had absolutely nothing to do.
There was no one to talk to, get into trouble or otherwise have fun with. There was no one to pester, annoy, kill or maim. He felt like pulling his hair out and the few candidates in the common room were already looking at him like he was crazy.
"Nragh!" he exclaimed, pointing his hands at the staring teens and wiggling his fingers wildly, simultaneously twisting his face into something resembling a demented being. Most chuckled, a few coughed and returned to whatever they were doing before their attention was captured by the apparently unhinged candidate here.
Just as he was considering how best to alleviate his boredom, preferably with explosives, his salvation came through the door, or so he hoped. An almost too bright smile crossed his lips and he let himself drop too the ground.
He jumped on his feet and then the expression seemed to melt from his face "No.." He moaned lightly, sprinting away when he finally noticed it was the task-master. The name Aither had given him because he seemed to threat the poor boy as a slave.
He hid behind a few others and hushed them when they wanted to cry out their shock. He pulled of a fake shudder and then tried to slink away more. His eyes still strayed too the task-master, the man looked as ugly as ever he noticed.
He stuck out his tongue slightly and then slinked away from the room he was situated in. The male seemed to notice him still and with a yelp he straightened and ran out of it, ignoring the yells behind him.
He lay upside down on a sofa in the common room. One leg was hooked over the arm, the other over the back and his arms were splayed at odd angles with palms pressed to the floor and elbows in the air. His head hung a few inches above the floor as his loose blond tresses pooled below.
He sighed heavily. He had absolutely nothing to do.
There was no one to talk to, get into trouble or otherwise have fun with. There was no one to pester, annoy, kill or maim. He felt like pulling his hair out and the few candidates in the common room were already looking at him like he was crazy.
"Nragh!" he exclaimed, pointing his hands at the staring teens and wiggling his fingers wildly, simultaneously twisting his face into something resembling a demented being. Most chuckled, a few coughed and returned to whatever they were doing before their attention was captured by the apparently unhinged candidate here.
Just as he was considering how best to alleviate his boredom, preferably with explosives, his salvation came through the door, or so he hoped. An almost too bright smile crossed his lips and he let himself drop too the ground.
He jumped on his feet and then the expression seemed to melt from his face "No.." He moaned lightly, sprinting away when he finally noticed it was the task-master. The name Aither had given him because he seemed to threat the poor boy as a slave.
He hid behind a few others and hushed them when they wanted to cry out their shock. He pulled of a fake shudder and then tried to slink away more. His eyes still strayed too the task-master, the man looked as ugly as ever he noticed.
He stuck out his tongue slightly and then slinked away from the room he was situated in. The male seemed to notice him still and with a yelp he straightened and ran out of it, ignoring the yells behind him.