Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 22, 2010 23:52:48 GMT -8
Title: In Last Requisition. (part 1)
Song: The Last Song – The All-American Rejects
Alternate Title: Back To Before
Bastille walked adjusted the cap on her head in the girls bathroom, the one designated to the students alone. The light blue cap on her head with a gold tassel- an honors student, who would have thought? Her duel colored hair looked odd in this cap, and suddenly she felt her age. 18, graduating…a normal age and doing something normal for that age, it was all surreal. Although her expression would have said otherwise, she was nervous as hell. Sighing deeply, she began again to adjust the cap and gown over her body properly all for the sake of trying to preserve this moment. This day would go perfectly…this was one day she wouldn’t be late to, or fuck up. So would this describe why she was there at 4a.m.? No, but hey…everyone was entitled to their moments. She looked outside, the sun slowly rising. In the end, there would be no missing this place, there would be no missing what had happened to her here, in the end and only in the end-she would just miss ‘it’. In a way the only way to describe it was that simple word, ‘it’.
Was her life finally taking a turn into an all new adventure? The adventure of trying to live normally…feh, it sounded hard. Crimson hues stared back at their owner, eyes she used to hate she now admired. Opening the bathroom door she watched as the sun began to rise on her graduation date – her eyes looked back into the shady bathroom with the scars of war on its walls. You could always tell a schools history by its bathroom…and in the corner near the last sink, stood her sword. Not the sword she had gained from the correctional facility, or the kendo blade she acquired later, no…the very first blade she had brought and used at 259. With a soft smirk she watched it…sitting stilly against the wall.
Song: The Last Song – The All-American Rejects
Alternate Title: Back To Before
Bastille walked adjusted the cap on her head in the girls bathroom, the one designated to the students alone. The light blue cap on her head with a gold tassel- an honors student, who would have thought? Her duel colored hair looked odd in this cap, and suddenly she felt her age. 18, graduating…a normal age and doing something normal for that age, it was all surreal. Although her expression would have said otherwise, she was nervous as hell. Sighing deeply, she began again to adjust the cap and gown over her body properly all for the sake of trying to preserve this moment. This day would go perfectly…this was one day she wouldn’t be late to, or fuck up. So would this describe why she was there at 4a.m.? No, but hey…everyone was entitled to their moments. She looked outside, the sun slowly rising. In the end, there would be no missing this place, there would be no missing what had happened to her here, in the end and only in the end-she would just miss ‘it’. In a way the only way to describe it was that simple word, ‘it’.
Was her life finally taking a turn into an all new adventure? The adventure of trying to live normally…feh, it sounded hard. Crimson hues stared back at their owner, eyes she used to hate she now admired. Opening the bathroom door she watched as the sun began to rise on her graduation date – her eyes looked back into the shady bathroom with the scars of war on its walls. You could always tell a schools history by its bathroom…and in the corner near the last sink, stood her sword. Not the sword she had gained from the correctional facility, or the kendo blade she acquired later, no…the very first blade she had brought and used at 259. With a soft smirk she watched it…sitting stilly against the wall.