Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 16:23:56 GMT -8
Grey hues stared toward the school building of #259 in front of hin as he approached from the street, hands deep in the pockets of a pair of black jeans. Wow, looks brand new. Who knows, maybe this won't be so bad." His favorite white, red and black leather jacket hung on his shoulders, remaining unzipped to reveal a black t-shirt below. His back-pack was slung over his left shoulder, a single strap holding it on. From his right side, one would see a guitar case extending up, that also strapped around his shoulder.
Deacon had almost decided not to come to school this day, though. His mother was still suffering, he was still feeling the loss weighing heavy on his soul, but ultimately he had decided that he needed somethingI to keep his mind off the death of his father. And what better way than to distract himself with the new school he had been enrolled in.
The young male knew little about #259, he had only settled down in Los Angeles a week before. So there was still a huge number of unknown variables. Deacon had barely even scratched the surface wh en it came to exploring his new area, but he was sure in time he could grow to like it. And maybe he would even be able to find a new friend or two to help him out.
The sophomore would gaze toward the large clock-tower, realizing he had definitely gotten here earlier than expect, and then to the fountain at it's base. It was a nice looking set up, he was sure a lot of money had been spent on building these facilities. "I suppose I have some time to kill." Deacon mouthed to himself as he strode across the courtyard and fixated his eyes upon the water fountain. This looks like as good a spot as any.. His thoughts referring to the foutain as he settled himself down upon the lip of it, and swung his guitar case onto his lap gently.
Un-latching it, he would remove a dark mahogany acoustic guitar, the same star and wings on the back of his jacket seemed to have been etched into the guitar by knife point. His hand would brush over it briefly, and the initials etched next to the image. Dad..
After staring at his guitar briefly, he would place his back-pack down and pull the guitar strap on as he began to strum slowly. He wasn't playing anything fancy. Instead Deacon was improving to simply hear the sound and to let the music pass his time until school was ready to start.
Deacon had almost decided not to come to school this day, though. His mother was still suffering, he was still feeling the loss weighing heavy on his soul, but ultimately he had decided that he needed somethingI to keep his mind off the death of his father. And what better way than to distract himself with the new school he had been enrolled in.
The young male knew little about #259, he had only settled down in Los Angeles a week before. So there was still a huge number of unknown variables. Deacon had barely even scratched the surface wh en it came to exploring his new area, but he was sure in time he could grow to like it. And maybe he would even be able to find a new friend or two to help him out.
The sophomore would gaze toward the large clock-tower, realizing he had definitely gotten here earlier than expect, and then to the fountain at it's base. It was a nice looking set up, he was sure a lot of money had been spent on building these facilities. "I suppose I have some time to kill." Deacon mouthed to himself as he strode across the courtyard and fixated his eyes upon the water fountain. This looks like as good a spot as any.. His thoughts referring to the foutain as he settled himself down upon the lip of it, and swung his guitar case onto his lap gently.
Un-latching it, he would remove a dark mahogany acoustic guitar, the same star and wings on the back of his jacket seemed to have been etched into the guitar by knife point. His hand would brush over it briefly, and the initials etched next to the image. Dad..
After staring at his guitar briefly, he would place his back-pack down and pull the guitar strap on as he began to strum slowly. He wasn't playing anything fancy. Instead Deacon was improving to simply hear the sound and to let the music pass his time until school was ready to start.
