Two Aliens (Leo)
Aug 21, 2014 1:24:26 GMT -5
Post by Andreas Ivaring on Aug 21, 2014 1:24:26 GMT -5
Andreas had an entire set of days set aside while this community event happened. He had absolutely nothing to do. After his decent win in the ring toss, his wallet cried for mercy. He couldn't really go play or do anything else, and, as a result, he reverted to his normal self. Outside of the box, looking in. He sat beneath a large, shady lakeside oak. Many branches, gnarled and curled, formed intricate shapes and swayed in the light breeze. The first Lord of the Rings book was open, on his lap, his fingers treating each page like a treasure. It was a collector's edition, a period piece, almost as if it were published in the medieval times.
To him, reading was definitely a dying art. He never saw anyone doing it anymore. It was all about the gossip and, while he liked to study and mess with the inner politics and machinations of Hammel, he needed some stimulation, while there was a decided lack of the desire in his peers. One of the many reasons he didn't fit in, truly. In the way he dressed, in the music he listened to, everything stacked side by side with the other teens and tweens seemed so foreign to him.
The solitude was definitely nice, appreciated. Though sometimes he wondered what it would have been like, someone who he could talk to, someone who would get exactly what he felt... A bonus, of course, if they feel the same way themselves. Two aliens, colliding on this very same planet. He wouldn't word it that way; that just sounded incredibly corny, overly cheesy. He wasn't a guy for cheesiness, he was one for tact and solid, being brash. It sort of became a reputation of his.
Flipping the page, he sighed, nestling in to the tree. This was going to be a nice, relaxing, and most importantly quiet couple of hours until the sun began to set, and he could sort of leave in one of the waves back towards the Institute. At least then he was there, and he wouldn't be the forefront of the gossip, about how poor he is and whatnot, to not be able to play more than one fair game. Or, even worse, showing up as a sort of poser.
To him, reading was definitely a dying art. He never saw anyone doing it anymore. It was all about the gossip and, while he liked to study and mess with the inner politics and machinations of Hammel, he needed some stimulation, while there was a decided lack of the desire in his peers. One of the many reasons he didn't fit in, truly. In the way he dressed, in the music he listened to, everything stacked side by side with the other teens and tweens seemed so foreign to him.
The solitude was definitely nice, appreciated. Though sometimes he wondered what it would have been like, someone who he could talk to, someone who would get exactly what he felt... A bonus, of course, if they feel the same way themselves. Two aliens, colliding on this very same planet. He wouldn't word it that way; that just sounded incredibly corny, overly cheesy. He wasn't a guy for cheesiness, he was one for tact and solid, being brash. It sort of became a reputation of his.
Flipping the page, he sighed, nestling in to the tree. This was going to be a nice, relaxing, and most importantly quiet couple of hours until the sun began to set, and he could sort of leave in one of the waves back towards the Institute. At least then he was there, and he wouldn't be the forefront of the gossip, about how poor he is and whatnot, to not be able to play more than one fair game. Or, even worse, showing up as a sort of poser.
