Baby Grand
Nov 6, 2013 9:46:59 GMT -5
Post by Michael Jones on Nov 6, 2013 9:46:59 GMT -5
He was growing pretty reckless. There were other people who didn’t really have much to worry about in keeping themselves calm, but he’d tried pretty much everything. He looked at his arms and picked at a scab as he walked down the hall. He was always injured in some way or another. It was his power, frankly. That was the major problem. He could make things blow up, sure, that would be cool to other people, but it certainly was not good for him. He couldn’t protect himself from it, and oftentimes the explosion was centered on him and he didn’t have a chance. He’d been getting less serious injuries, and there were a few healers at the school luckily, but at the same time they couldn’t heal everything. He was becoming restless, which was bad. His power was emotional, and it was lead on whenever he got angry or frustrated. That was why distractions were just too important. His classwork was getting harder, which was kind of good, because he could spend more time doing homework than worrying about things.
However, when his homework was done, he was left to wander around. He didn’t make friends too often, because when he was out of his room he tried to avoid heavily populated areas, just in case he got upset or something. He was silently protective of other people, especially if there were any younger kids around him. He wanted to be sure that they would have the life that they needed without having to worry about the things that he had to deal with. It wasn’t as though it was their problem, they weren’t born with this. He knew that he had to keep telling himself that at some point it would be helpful. At some point he could use it in demolition or something, true, but if he didn’t want to demolish things, he’d just have to figure out how to fit in and demonstrate that he could work nine to five without blowing up a cubicle. He sighed. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to do a job like that. That would royally suck.
He coughed a couple times into his sleeve, at the crook of his elbow, and then looked upwards again, bright eyes staring through a messy bit of brown hair. It had been neatly combed when he had wanted it to be, but this wasn’t really one of those times. It was slightly snarled, considering he’d let his hair grow out a bit, and his bangs were a bit over his eyes. He had to clear them out of the way to glance at what he was pretty sure he saw. He’d been wandering around this school for a while, but he’d always avoided this hall, considering that it was rude to interrupt most musicians when they did things, he didn’t want to just be noisily walking around when he knew it was likely he’d hear music drifting out from the classroom. However, today he was wandering around after classes were already done, so there wasn’t any music in there. He paused in thought.
He hadn’t played really since he had been home for a break, and even then he hadn’t really gotten to play as much as he wanted to. While he didn’t like the high society itself that he had to deal with, this was one of the more tolerable parts about being an heir or being someone who had higher society parents. They made him learn manners and etiquette, all of which he did try desperately to forget, but he’d willingly gone to learn piano all the time. The boy walked towards the room cautiously, just glancing in. He had eyes for nothing but the piano. That was all that was important to him, so he stared at it. It was beautiful. A baby grand. It was absolutely magnificent. He itched to go and play it. The boy frowned. Was there even anyone there to see him looking in? It wouldn’t hurt…no one would know.
However, when his homework was done, he was left to wander around. He didn’t make friends too often, because when he was out of his room he tried to avoid heavily populated areas, just in case he got upset or something. He was silently protective of other people, especially if there were any younger kids around him. He wanted to be sure that they would have the life that they needed without having to worry about the things that he had to deal with. It wasn’t as though it was their problem, they weren’t born with this. He knew that he had to keep telling himself that at some point it would be helpful. At some point he could use it in demolition or something, true, but if he didn’t want to demolish things, he’d just have to figure out how to fit in and demonstrate that he could work nine to five without blowing up a cubicle. He sighed. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to do a job like that. That would royally suck.
He coughed a couple times into his sleeve, at the crook of his elbow, and then looked upwards again, bright eyes staring through a messy bit of brown hair. It had been neatly combed when he had wanted it to be, but this wasn’t really one of those times. It was slightly snarled, considering he’d let his hair grow out a bit, and his bangs were a bit over his eyes. He had to clear them out of the way to glance at what he was pretty sure he saw. He’d been wandering around this school for a while, but he’d always avoided this hall, considering that it was rude to interrupt most musicians when they did things, he didn’t want to just be noisily walking around when he knew it was likely he’d hear music drifting out from the classroom. However, today he was wandering around after classes were already done, so there wasn’t any music in there. He paused in thought.
He hadn’t played really since he had been home for a break, and even then he hadn’t really gotten to play as much as he wanted to. While he didn’t like the high society itself that he had to deal with, this was one of the more tolerable parts about being an heir or being someone who had higher society parents. They made him learn manners and etiquette, all of which he did try desperately to forget, but he’d willingly gone to learn piano all the time. The boy walked towards the room cautiously, just glancing in. He had eyes for nothing but the piano. That was all that was important to him, so he stared at it. It was beautiful. A baby grand. It was absolutely magnificent. He itched to go and play it. The boy frowned. Was there even anyone there to see him looking in? It wouldn’t hurt…no one would know.
