Post by Drake Kindo on Oct 22, 2009 19:28:51 GMT -5
After arriving on this island for the first time, he left the luggage he brought with him with some shop keeper on the boardwalk. Sure, at first, he was rather reluctant, but he came around after some bribery. Anyway, Drake waltzed into the courtyard of the duel academy school that lies on this island for the first time. Sure, he was given some creepy looks from the students that were around, but none that Drake couldn't ignore. Still wearing his shades from earlier, he looked around the rather dull courtyard in need of some form of entertainment. A fight maybe, or perhaps some people dueling each other, or, you know, maybe, god forbid, a game of craps. As Drake thought over this, he figured out he was putting more attention on himself standing around doing nothing then actually doing something. So instead of thinking some more, he decided to rest.
When he reached a stone bench that lied in front of some green grass covered over with warm colored leaves. He thought it looked rather sweet compared to the rather dull apperance this place had shown him. Watching students rush around could only get you so far, and Drake's life was going by faster each and every minute.
"So by the end of the day, you'll be as old as jazz," he thought.
"Bingo," Drake said in retort.
He got a few looks from passing students as he spoke that aloud, but none that wouldn't lead to somebody actually noticing him and deciding it best to call him crazy. He gets enough of that anywhere else he goes to. Drake just sat on the stone bench, imagining what type of fun this dull place could possibly provide, because if the island is exactly like this school, he's gonna need a lot more than his guitar and his thumbs to keep himself occupied.
When he reached a stone bench that lied in front of some green grass covered over with warm colored leaves. He thought it looked rather sweet compared to the rather dull apperance this place had shown him. Watching students rush around could only get you so far, and Drake's life was going by faster each and every minute.
"So by the end of the day, you'll be as old as jazz," he thought.
"Bingo," Drake said in retort.
He got a few looks from passing students as he spoke that aloud, but none that wouldn't lead to somebody actually noticing him and deciding it best to call him crazy. He gets enough of that anywhere else he goes to. Drake just sat on the stone bench, imagining what type of fun this dull place could possibly provide, because if the island is exactly like this school, he's gonna need a lot more than his guitar and his thumbs to keep himself occupied.
