Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2008 8:54:50 GMT -8
Just another day at Public High School 259, student went this way and that to class, to meet with friends, to ditch… only some. Given the recent events that had taken place it was in part quite surprising that everything seemed docile, at least for today. No one could deny the rumors of the brewing conflict beneath the surface, yes today 259 was like a duck on a pond; on the surface calm and simply floating along the surface of the water but underneath the feet were churning the waters at a frantic pace. At times Saint felt like a rock on the shore watching the duck churn along toward a waterfall, unable to detour him from the impending doom. The stress of such thoughts didn’t help at all so the pillar needed to do something to relax if only for a moment.
After the final ring of the school’s bell many students filed out and on their way home or into the city for a little fun, meanwhile Saint made his way to the school’s pool to go for a swim to relieve the mental stress through physical activity. Once in the water he could focus on his stroke, his breathing, the water around him, and let every other thought simply fade away into nothingness. He could clear his thoughts, all the better with much of the student body having departed the school for the day. The pillar made his way to the boy’s locker room and changed into his swimming trunks, which were packed into his bag. He also snapped on his goggles to protect his eyes from the chlorine in the water, which often hurt his eyes a great deal due to their weakened state as a result of his psychosomatic response when… it happens. All set to go.
Taking a quick dive from the edge, Saint torpedoed into the water and began to swim laps back and forth across the pool. Arm over arm, turning his head to breath at fifteen second intervals, he cut across the pool in a relatively quick time and spun about at the pool’s edge to head back across. He wasn’t going for speed, simply pacing himself so that even five minutes later he could keep the same pace. After three roundtrips the student body president switched from freestyle to the breaststroke for another three. Down and back, down and back, down and back… switch. This time from the breaststroke to the backstroke for yet another three trips. After the completion of the last set of three young Zachariah repeated the process with the freestyle and continued all the way through yet again. Having finished the regiment he planned to due, Saint flipped onto his back and let himself float out toward the middle of the pool with eyes closed, ears listening to the water. Slowly thoughts started to surface… and not the ones he’d come to relieve…
What had happened to that student Jyo?
Did he ever get to explore floor D of building four?
Did he find something?
Oddly enough Saint’s curiosity in this matter was rising with each passing question. It had been such a long time… perhaps Jyo had simply graduated and moved on with his life but still… what was on that floor?
After the final ring of the school’s bell many students filed out and on their way home or into the city for a little fun, meanwhile Saint made his way to the school’s pool to go for a swim to relieve the mental stress through physical activity. Once in the water he could focus on his stroke, his breathing, the water around him, and let every other thought simply fade away into nothingness. He could clear his thoughts, all the better with much of the student body having departed the school for the day. The pillar made his way to the boy’s locker room and changed into his swimming trunks, which were packed into his bag. He also snapped on his goggles to protect his eyes from the chlorine in the water, which often hurt his eyes a great deal due to their weakened state as a result of his psychosomatic response when… it happens. All set to go.
Taking a quick dive from the edge, Saint torpedoed into the water and began to swim laps back and forth across the pool. Arm over arm, turning his head to breath at fifteen second intervals, he cut across the pool in a relatively quick time and spun about at the pool’s edge to head back across. He wasn’t going for speed, simply pacing himself so that even five minutes later he could keep the same pace. After three roundtrips the student body president switched from freestyle to the breaststroke for another three. Down and back, down and back, down and back… switch. This time from the breaststroke to the backstroke for yet another three trips. After the completion of the last set of three young Zachariah repeated the process with the freestyle and continued all the way through yet again. Having finished the regiment he planned to due, Saint flipped onto his back and let himself float out toward the middle of the pool with eyes closed, ears listening to the water. Slowly thoughts started to surface… and not the ones he’d come to relieve…
What had happened to that student Jyo?
Did he ever get to explore floor D of building four?
Did he find something?
Oddly enough Saint’s curiosity in this matter was rising with each passing question. It had been such a long time… perhaps Jyo had simply graduated and moved on with his life but still… what was on that floor?