Post by "Thrush" on Oct 11, 2006 20:47:48 GMT -8
..Everyone Has A Story
Some are new, fresh, crisp, exciting. Others heavily worn down, dull, and seemingly the tale of yet another soul just to be passed by. So too, must this be true for the young man, standing with his white collared shirt, black pants, as he leaned against the walls, his eyes swishing back and forth, to everyone who passed him by. He seemed to have a very refined look about him, his shoes shined, his hair, though wild, seemingly patted back, to cover his neck, as one leg rested against the wall, pushing his weight onto his left leg, as his arms, still crossed, didn't move. In fact, except for the subtle up and down movement from his chest, and his swiveling eyes, he appeared to be absolutely motionless.
...Motionless.
It was inside his mind, that things were whirring at an extroadinary rate. He was far from a genius, unless you counted at the acts of hardwork. Students passed him by, without bating an eye, others stopping to look at the coldly staring boy, even as lunch progressed. No moves to go into a line for the cafeteria, no apparent motive to go get a possible sack lunch. Truthfully, to anyone who bothered to stare at him for an extended period of time.. it did seem as though he were... waiting for someone. But, from the way his eyes seemingly focused in on everyone.. possibly, it could be for anyone?
More footsteps kept tapping pass him, through the halls, where he stood leaning against the walls, finally moving, if only for a moment, switching his weight to his right leg, and resting his left foot against the wall now, shifting, as if uncomfortable. His right hand clenched at his shirt, as if it wanted to.. maybe, break loose? Whatever it was, his face, though absolutely blank, looking devoid of any feeling, save a serious grimace, couldn't hide the feeling behind his eyes. Just a transfer student, wanting to prove himself? No.. deep in the recesses of his mind.. he was smiling to himself, even as he let his fist move down his side, and tap lightly against the wall, where it stuck, shuddering slightly, and then, ceasing to move.
At any rate...
Some are new, fresh, crisp, exciting. Others heavily worn down, dull, and seemingly the tale of yet another soul just to be passed by. So too, must this be true for the young man, standing with his white collared shirt, black pants, as he leaned against the walls, his eyes swishing back and forth, to everyone who passed him by. He seemed to have a very refined look about him, his shoes shined, his hair, though wild, seemingly patted back, to cover his neck, as one leg rested against the wall, pushing his weight onto his left leg, as his arms, still crossed, didn't move. In fact, except for the subtle up and down movement from his chest, and his swiveling eyes, he appeared to be absolutely motionless.
...Motionless.
It was inside his mind, that things were whirring at an extroadinary rate. He was far from a genius, unless you counted at the acts of hardwork. Students passed him by, without bating an eye, others stopping to look at the coldly staring boy, even as lunch progressed. No moves to go into a line for the cafeteria, no apparent motive to go get a possible sack lunch. Truthfully, to anyone who bothered to stare at him for an extended period of time.. it did seem as though he were... waiting for someone. But, from the way his eyes seemingly focused in on everyone.. possibly, it could be for anyone?
More footsteps kept tapping pass him, through the halls, where he stood leaning against the walls, finally moving, if only for a moment, switching his weight to his right leg, and resting his left foot against the wall now, shifting, as if uncomfortable. His right hand clenched at his shirt, as if it wanted to.. maybe, break loose? Whatever it was, his face, though absolutely blank, looking devoid of any feeling, save a serious grimace, couldn't hide the feeling behind his eyes. Just a transfer student, wanting to prove himself? No.. deep in the recesses of his mind.. he was smiling to himself, even as he let his fist move down his side, and tap lightly against the wall, where it stuck, shuddering slightly, and then, ceasing to move.
At any rate...