Post by purezen on Sept 29, 2009 10:57:14 GMT -5
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~“Just one of ‘those’ days.”
Get-out! Get out! Get the hell out![/blockquote]
That’s the voice that screamed through his head that very night he had come home. The moment he found himself right back where he whence departed, from the very confines of the apartment where his remnants of family lived, he knew that he needed time to himself. He felt like he was swept away by a wave and then brought back upon that very same one. A push he made and a pull brought him back from whence he started; however he was not going to make it be official as the moment he walked through the door, he had blemished a smile as if it was make-up and then turned around and closed the door after advising that he would need some “overtime” for his studies tonight.
Lying was beneath Xenneth, very much beyond his needs, but he needed to speak with a white tongue like it was a nerve resting cigarette. He did not let his family know what was going through his mind as it would only cause for the two to become more worried about him. Their worries would be another stress, and another stress he did not need. He did not know what he needed, but he knew it was not a thought in mind that would rack him with more grief than necessary to remind him that they were his problems. He picked up, roamed about the streets until he found himself settled here.
The area was shaded, that of his corner where he had taken an occasional swallow of his cold beverage. The taste of a coffee iced beverage was what he needed right now, the sugar would send his taste buds into a whiling sensation of heavenly bliss and reality would be only a small step away. Happy thoughts were rare now-a-day; you usually would have to find that kind of bliss from those around you, but he vowed not to give into that sort of dependence. Foolishly, he thought of the possibility of trying to entertain himself with the satisfaction of his efforts of studying under the lamp light of the café.
The minor noise was his backdrop and the text was his entertainment. He read thoroughly from one of his books, his classes not yet beginning, he at least wanted to study ahead to know the material before hand. He was a dedicated study and he had his reasons that made him strive for excellence; no matter how poor or depressed they were because of his spontaneous beliefs, he wanted to see things through. All the good intentions in the world, but all the dark glum that stuck to it, Xenneth was just one of those slaves to pressure as he carried through the days telling himself things as if he was putting himself in a hypnotic trance.
It did not occur to him though; one who followed the shining pendulum; his case being a promising future, had not stopped to reflect by doing the simplest things; he had not even noticed that he stopped smiling a “real” smile recently. That aside, he had simply thought about thoroughly getting his work done. Duel Academy was not his idea place to mature, but he felt as if he at least should try to cope with the school life, no matter how bothersome it was, it was simply reality.
His right hand reached as his thumb pinched the page, sliding one sheet from over the other, Xenneth had tossed one page over to the next revealing a fresh wall of text and pictures to cope with. Who knew studying about cards and monsters would be such a broad subject? Much of the introduction familiar and common sense without him even thinking about it, and the night carrying a gentle essence that comforted him, he had remained silent reading as he kept to himself oblivious of the show behind him in the café.