Disrupting the Status Quo {Gregory}
May 10, 2014 22:31:24 GMT -5
Post by Demetrius Wolfbane on May 10, 2014 22:31:24 GMT -5
It was official. Less than 12 hours being at Hammel Institute and Demetrius was already sure he was going to be knocking some heads around. First there was the awful entrance speech (delivered only to him, how fan-fucking-tastic), then he couldn't get his so call guide to leave him alone so he could find his way around. Yes, the hallways were confusing. Yes, he'd gotten turned around more than a few times. But the fact of the matter was... Well! Damnit, Demetrius wasn't a kid anymore. He could take care of himself.
The dark haired boy sighed under his breath and brushed a piece of his hair out of his eyes to scan over the stack of papers in his hand. Unlike other students, who probably only had a few files, Demetrius held all the paperwork he needed in order to start classes and find his way about as well as a copy of his rather extensive medical file that he needed to bring to the school infirmary. Normally it would have been handled by his mother or father, but he'd sort of had a fit that he could do it himself. He was a little ashamed to admit that he'd even thrown a lamp during his little tantrum, which further aggravated his already injured shoulder (or at least that's what the doctor said) as well as his parents. But! It got them to let him deal with his own medical conditions, for the most part anyway. Demetrius wasn't deluded enough to think that they wouldn't have another copy sent to Hammel just to make sure that he hadn't neglected to inform the nurse on duty he'd have even more work cut out for him. Which was fair. Demetrius didn't trust them and they didn't trust him, the cycle was complete as far as he cared.
With another sigh, he tucked the paperwork into his large black duffle bag. In it contained just about all the clothes he cared about, as well as his own backpack and a few essential school supplies. The rest of his belonging would be, hopefully, shipped from his home back in Texas. Demetrius shook his head as an annoyed grimace crossed his face, bending down to pick up the duffle bag with his 'good' arm. The other arm was secured to his chest with a sling that looked far too complicated to be necessary. It had two different straps and had string threaded through it to hold it shut kind of like a corset. The difficulty was just in hopes that the boy would find it too much of a hassle to try and use his arm, which as he understood would serve to injure him more. A stupid thing to try and do since Demetrius felt perfectly fine. Then again, he had felt perfectly fine when the tip of his ear got ripped off. Or there was that time when he'd gotten stabbed by a pencil and didn't feel it.
In the present though, Demetrius blinked rapidly as he realized he'd been standing in the entryway to the dorms for the past five or so minutes. A quick glance around comforted the boy when he saw that no one had entered the area during that time. He gave himself a satisfied smile as he slung the bag onto his shoulder and practically jogged up the stairs, taking a rather sudden vow that he was going to try and be nicer. After all, this was a new school in a new place with new people. He could be nicer, maybe people would even be smarter here! After all, it was filled with people who had powers as well. Definitely a breeding ground for intellect if he ever heard of one. Demetrius nodded his head once, almost as if confirming to the air that this place was going to be better. Just point him to the nearest library and he wouldn't even have to check his hypothesis! Nor would he make anyone cry when he pushed them away verbally or physically.
Demetrius had to slow his impromptu jog when he came towards doors being marked in the five hundreds- this was his floor. The boy bristled almost instantly at the thought of seeing his room, all earlier thoughts of being nice sort of pushed aside. It was just a fleeting promise anyway. A frown marred his features as he walked (or rather, stomped) through the hallway, mentally growing more and more on edge as he watched the numbers grow.
505... 506... 507... 508.
Wind filled green eyes stared at the shining numbers on the wooden surface, wishing he could have been discovered to have some sort of fire power instead. This desire was stemming from the fact that underneath the number was not one but three names. As though one roommate weren't enough. Demetrius' lips pinched together as he resisted the urge to kick the door on frustration, instead he used his new found disappointed anger to toss open the door. His only hope now was that no one would actually be in the room so he could put his stuff away without worrying about changing the hiding places later. No telling which of those names was going to be the klepto. So, clutching this hope like a life line, Demetrius walked into his new "home" with the air of someone that really didn't belong.
"Anyone in this shit hole home or do I get to be alone for once?" He called out, his voice oddly quite for someone with the intent of announcing his presence. 'Don't want to draw attention if they're busy enough to leave me alone, after all...'
((AN:
I made an outfit... Just remembered.))
The dark haired boy sighed under his breath and brushed a piece of his hair out of his eyes to scan over the stack of papers in his hand. Unlike other students, who probably only had a few files, Demetrius held all the paperwork he needed in order to start classes and find his way about as well as a copy of his rather extensive medical file that he needed to bring to the school infirmary. Normally it would have been handled by his mother or father, but he'd sort of had a fit that he could do it himself. He was a little ashamed to admit that he'd even thrown a lamp during his little tantrum, which further aggravated his already injured shoulder (or at least that's what the doctor said) as well as his parents. But! It got them to let him deal with his own medical conditions, for the most part anyway. Demetrius wasn't deluded enough to think that they wouldn't have another copy sent to Hammel just to make sure that he hadn't neglected to inform the nurse on duty he'd have even more work cut out for him. Which was fair. Demetrius didn't trust them and they didn't trust him, the cycle was complete as far as he cared.
With another sigh, he tucked the paperwork into his large black duffle bag. In it contained just about all the clothes he cared about, as well as his own backpack and a few essential school supplies. The rest of his belonging would be, hopefully, shipped from his home back in Texas. Demetrius shook his head as an annoyed grimace crossed his face, bending down to pick up the duffle bag with his 'good' arm. The other arm was secured to his chest with a sling that looked far too complicated to be necessary. It had two different straps and had string threaded through it to hold it shut kind of like a corset. The difficulty was just in hopes that the boy would find it too much of a hassle to try and use his arm, which as he understood would serve to injure him more. A stupid thing to try and do since Demetrius felt perfectly fine. Then again, he had felt perfectly fine when the tip of his ear got ripped off. Or there was that time when he'd gotten stabbed by a pencil and didn't feel it.
In the present though, Demetrius blinked rapidly as he realized he'd been standing in the entryway to the dorms for the past five or so minutes. A quick glance around comforted the boy when he saw that no one had entered the area during that time. He gave himself a satisfied smile as he slung the bag onto his shoulder and practically jogged up the stairs, taking a rather sudden vow that he was going to try and be nicer. After all, this was a new school in a new place with new people. He could be nicer, maybe people would even be smarter here! After all, it was filled with people who had powers as well. Definitely a breeding ground for intellect if he ever heard of one. Demetrius nodded his head once, almost as if confirming to the air that this place was going to be better. Just point him to the nearest library and he wouldn't even have to check his hypothesis! Nor would he make anyone cry when he pushed them away verbally or physically.
Demetrius had to slow his impromptu jog when he came towards doors being marked in the five hundreds- this was his floor. The boy bristled almost instantly at the thought of seeing his room, all earlier thoughts of being nice sort of pushed aside. It was just a fleeting promise anyway. A frown marred his features as he walked (or rather, stomped) through the hallway, mentally growing more and more on edge as he watched the numbers grow.
505... 506... 507... 508.
Wind filled green eyes stared at the shining numbers on the wooden surface, wishing he could have been discovered to have some sort of fire power instead. This desire was stemming from the fact that underneath the number was not one but three names. As though one roommate weren't enough. Demetrius' lips pinched together as he resisted the urge to kick the door on frustration, instead he used his new found disappointed anger to toss open the door. His only hope now was that no one would actually be in the room so he could put his stuff away without worrying about changing the hiding places later. No telling which of those names was going to be the klepto. So, clutching this hope like a life line, Demetrius walked into his new "home" with the air of someone that really didn't belong.
"Anyone in this shit hole home or do I get to be alone for once?" He called out, his voice oddly quite for someone with the intent of announcing his presence. 'Don't want to draw attention if they're busy enough to leave me alone, after all...'
((AN:
I made an outfit... Just remembered.))