The Man Who Knew Too Much [Isaac]
Jul 11, 2011 22:19:33 GMT -5
Post by Rhett Goddard on Jul 11, 2011 22:19:33 GMT -5
It was one of those days that Rhett felt unusually anxious. The word 'unusual', however, may be out of place lately since it had been happening quite often since that second encounter with Talen. Or rather, since he crashed into Talen in the courtyard, literally. Before that day, Rhett had never regretted an action and god, he felt weird. As weird as he could get, and reasons been stated, he went earlier to the gym that day and worked twice as hard. Not feeling sore and tired enough, he practiced parkour in the yard afterwards and almost sprang an ankle. Lucky him.
Noon came and he ate as much as he could, but the anxiety and stress was still there. He tapped into his headache pills hoping they would do something about it via placebo effect, but unfortunately didn't work. There he was, in the middle of the afternoon, lying in his bed without nothing to do, or feeling that way, anyway. Only then he remembered he had a laptop he barely uses. Maybe some internet surfing, something he didn't enjoy that much, might help him. Taking it from under his bed, and after attempting several times to turn it on, he concluded that maybe electronics do break because of under-using.
Several minutes after asking one of his roommates directions, Rhett found himself in front o the computers room in school for the first time ever. Yes, he had never entered such room, he felt he had no need to do so and he had no class there, and hopefully he will never do. Much to his surprise, there were a handful of people in there and mostly people he had never seen around. The thought of geeks may have passed his head but he decided not to judge just yet and took a sit in the back after the scary look of zombie-like stares were directed at him when entering through the door.
He turned the computer on, waited some seconds... Username and password? I have an username and password? He looked around almost ashamed. He had no idea what to write. He didn't remember anyone ever telling him what was his username and password for the computers room. He then tried to find something perhaps in the walls or in the board that told him what to do, but nothing. He could always ask for someone's help and hell would freeze before he admitted he needed help. For a boy that usually learns a little bit too much of things around him, he was stuck at not knowing this one, and so he stared at the small dialog box. Username and password.
Noon came and he ate as much as he could, but the anxiety and stress was still there. He tapped into his headache pills hoping they would do something about it via placebo effect, but unfortunately didn't work. There he was, in the middle of the afternoon, lying in his bed without nothing to do, or feeling that way, anyway. Only then he remembered he had a laptop he barely uses. Maybe some internet surfing, something he didn't enjoy that much, might help him. Taking it from under his bed, and after attempting several times to turn it on, he concluded that maybe electronics do break because of under-using.
Several minutes after asking one of his roommates directions, Rhett found himself in front o the computers room in school for the first time ever. Yes, he had never entered such room, he felt he had no need to do so and he had no class there, and hopefully he will never do. Much to his surprise, there were a handful of people in there and mostly people he had never seen around. The thought of geeks may have passed his head but he decided not to judge just yet and took a sit in the back after the scary look of zombie-like stares were directed at him when entering through the door.
He turned the computer on, waited some seconds... Username and password? I have an username and password? He looked around almost ashamed. He had no idea what to write. He didn't remember anyone ever telling him what was his username and password for the computers room. He then tried to find something perhaps in the walls or in the board that told him what to do, but nothing. He could always ask for someone's help and hell would freeze before he admitted he needed help. For a boy that usually learns a little bit too much of things around him, he was stuck at not knowing this one, and so he stared at the small dialog box. Username and password.