Post by perry on Jan 18, 2010 19:30:35 GMT -5
yeah, everything must belong somewhere.
i know that now, that's why i'm staying here.
Jacket slipped on, he stepped out of the dorm. In the ever-present backpack was a book he had been meaning to read for awhile, miraculously found in the library. It was by Poundstone, probably one of his middle books, chronologically speaking, Perry supposed. On game theory, which was rather interesting to him. As was Poundstone. Hence the book’s appeal. The brunette started down the hallway, his steps apparently relaxed. He could have passed for just wandering around the school, no particular destination in mind. Somewhat true, he supposed. Not quite. He was preferably going outside – it was cloudy. It would probably rain sometime later today or tomorrow, and the sky had that overcast look to it that rarely failed to catch his attention. Much better than it being too sunny. So, outside. He was not completely without aim.
He passed through the halls, noting their relative emptiness in a vague way. Then again, he didn’t typically notice the people themselves in the halls, anyway. It was the less prominent things that tended to catch his mind: the way half of that fluorescent light had burnt out and would probably be replaced later today; the crumpled paper lying, precariously, two feet from the wall, which would be kicked out of the walkway or stepped on; the trashcan that had apparently been kicked and was now at an angle with the wall rather than standing flat against it. Before he anticipated it, he came upon a door that seemed as if it would open to the outdoors – that or the glass was really a painting, a cruel imitation of nature. He shook his head. God, that would be weird. Leaning against the door, it opened and, sure enough, there was natural light. Perry sneezed. Letting the door close, he continued outside. After ambling around for a few minutes, he came upon a clearing-type area in which there appeared to be a pond. He paused, thinking, for a moment, before setting himself down at the base of a tree.
Despite obvious minor flaws in the overall system – take, dumping an ungodly amount of crazy teenagers into a single campus in an attempt to cure them all, for instance – the school wasn’t all that bad, in Perry’s opinion. At least some people here realized that some people want to be left alone. And, some of those actually left said people alone. Classes were typically less of a hassle here, as well. The emphasis was obviously on curing the crazies, rather than giving them a pristine education. Because, of course, all of said crazies desperately needed and wanted to be ‘cured’. Anyway. It wasn’t such a bad place. If nothing else, he could always go and stay in his dorm most of the day on weekends, or whatever time there was after classes during the week. Single dorms, luckily. God, that would have been nearly unbearable – sharing a dorm. And they hadn’t done the medication thing here – in his case, at least. He knew for a fact they had quite a few kids on meds, but his psych must have been decent enough to mention Perry’s resistance to the medication he had been on before to the administration, or something. That was a major upside to the place.
The expanse of grass around the pond seemed to be empty, he pronounced with a quick glance around the area. Lucky, though not surprising. If it hadn’t been, he would have been left to wander back through the halls until coming upon a less-populated place, which would have been rather bothersome, even if the halls had been less crowded than usual, as it was a good hour or so after most classes had been dismissed. He had been counting on the pond to be quiet, anyway, and with good reason. Because, you know, a lot of kids find it pretty fucking cool to hang out by a pond these days. Or, maybe they did. Who knew? From what he had ever observed, though, a tiny, almost doubtlessly synthetic body of water was slightly less appealing to teenagers than, say, the detention center. Which, of course, was just about the coolest place in the world. Right below the library, yeah? Note the obvious verbal irony. Reaching into the backpack, he grasped the Poundstone book. Brown eyes flickered about the pond a last time before he opened the book, reassuring that no one was there.
TAGGED ! [/color]madison!
LYRICS ! i must belong somewhere - bright eyes
WORDS ! seven hundred thirty-five
NOTES ! not all that good, i'm sorry. ._. next one should be better.
CREDIT ! MEELA! on CAUTION 2.0![/font][/size]
