Post by NOAH HUNTER on Aug 2, 2014 17:08:16 GMT -6
It was the middle of the week, a Wednesday in fact, which on campus was the designated day of the week set aside for club activities. And as such, the halls were somewhat less populated than they would be during regular the class schedule; it was a perfect moment for overworked students to attend to matters of a more personal nature, like groceries, or studying.
Or a plain ol’ visit to the library.
”…That kid is weird...” The dialog, hushed as it was, carried on in quasi-secret. The student librarian, a young girl in his early 20’s, curls her nose up at the sight before her. ”He just…like, comes in here, says nothing to no one at all…” Beside her, a shorter Asian girl nodded in agreement with the woman’s retelling of past events. ”…and just…hangs there!” At the conclusion of her protest, both girls glanced upwards towards the ceiling some hundred or so feet above them.
There a single occupant ‘sat’, one leg folded under the other, hood covering his head.
In his possession was one of the libraries many works of literature, a book called the Hagakure, also known as the Code of the Samurai. Its quiet wisdom spoke to something within. Though his back was to the pair of unhappy student workers, it was unlikely he would have cared had he known of their gossiping about him. It wasn’t so strange to him anymore. “Do you think he’s, like, shy or something? He might just be shy. I think he’s shy….yea…” So the hushed whispering progressed, the latest tidbit of self-made gossip radiated with the girls and they nodded in agreement, as if they knew for sure what he was thinking.
”Or, like, one of those, yanno, villain guys. Oh, what if he attacks the school??” With that, both girls turned to gawk up at the ‘hanging’ boy whose only action at this point was a turning of a single page. ”What if…what if he, like, goes postal or something? Why’d they let a kid like that enroll heeeere!” Her protests, now graduated to a shrill whine, went on. ”Or-or-or, like… I-I dunno! He’s just too weird and I don’t like him; why can’t he be like other boys? Oo, or like Edward!”
“Yea, Edward is hawt!”
For a short moment, they’d forgotten about the ‘creepy’ kid they created from their own imagination, before the sound of a page turning brought his presence back into their world. ”Ugh… I hate creepy guys…”
Though, had he been aware of this dialog, it was highly unlikely he would have cared. Some were on the outside, looking in; others were just on the outside, unaware there was anything else.
Or a plain ol’ visit to the library.
”…That kid is weird...” The dialog, hushed as it was, carried on in quasi-secret. The student librarian, a young girl in his early 20’s, curls her nose up at the sight before her. ”He just…like, comes in here, says nothing to no one at all…” Beside her, a shorter Asian girl nodded in agreement with the woman’s retelling of past events. ”…and just…hangs there!” At the conclusion of her protest, both girls glanced upwards towards the ceiling some hundred or so feet above them.
There a single occupant ‘sat’, one leg folded under the other, hood covering his head.
In his possession was one of the libraries many works of literature, a book called the Hagakure, also known as the Code of the Samurai. Its quiet wisdom spoke to something within. Though his back was to the pair of unhappy student workers, it was unlikely he would have cared had he known of their gossiping about him. It wasn’t so strange to him anymore. “Do you think he’s, like, shy or something? He might just be shy. I think he’s shy….yea…” So the hushed whispering progressed, the latest tidbit of self-made gossip radiated with the girls and they nodded in agreement, as if they knew for sure what he was thinking.
”Or, like, one of those, yanno, villain guys. Oh, what if he attacks the school??” With that, both girls turned to gawk up at the ‘hanging’ boy whose only action at this point was a turning of a single page. ”What if…what if he, like, goes postal or something? Why’d they let a kid like that enroll heeeere!” Her protests, now graduated to a shrill whine, went on. ”Or-or-or, like… I-I dunno! He’s just too weird and I don’t like him; why can’t he be like other boys? Oo, or like Edward!”
“Yea, Edward is hawt!”
For a short moment, they’d forgotten about the ‘creepy’ kid they created from their own imagination, before the sound of a page turning brought his presence back into their world. ”Ugh… I hate creepy guys…”
Though, had he been aware of this dialog, it was highly unlikely he would have cared. Some were on the outside, looking in; others were just on the outside, unaware there was anything else.