Post by syrus lee morei on Nov 24, 2010 10:52:26 GMT -5
willows blooming from the ground,
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[/font][/color][/color]Syrus stepped into the cafeteria and looking around. He had just gotten to the academy a while ago, but he was hungry, and it was lunch time, so he went to the cafteria. There were some other people there, but no one looked too happy about it. Syrus felt about the same as they looked. He didn't want to be here, not at all. But he was anyway now, whether he liked it or not. So, after getting his lunch he went and sat down at a table. He was alone, which didn't bother him too much. He didn't know anyone here yet, so he sort of expected it.
Syrus pulled down the sleeves on his sweatshirt, more a force of habit now than anything else now. Since he was at the academy now he didn't really need to hide his arms, but he still did. It was almost a habit now, but he partially didn't want to see the cuts on his wrists. See how close he came to being away from it all. So he continued to wear long sleeves and sweatshirts, hiding the lines of scars and cuts running up his arms.
He picked at his food a little, not as hungry anymore since he had started thinking. He was thinking about little things mostly, stuff that just passed through his mind. After a few minutes though he started to wonder about the actual academy. How many people actually stayed there, why everyone else was here, things like that. Syrus didn't really know anything about the academy, his parents had sent him here. So his kowledge of the place was very limited. He knew that he still had to go to school while he was here, and that he would have theraphy sessions or something like that, but not much else. One other thing he knew was that he would have to live here. He wondered how long he would have to stay here for, but wasn't sure how they decided when you could go home, so he had no way of figuring it out. Eventually he gave up on that and tried to think of more less important things that wouldn't make him actually think to much.
WORDS/MUSE: 370/ low
OUTFIT: [outfit]
NOTES: open for anyone, sorry for the low word count
LYRICS: pain - eatmewhilei'mhot!come get you some,
come get you some pain.
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