Post by cronos on Sept 7, 2007 5:21:06 GMT -5
No future - Act the part.
You lose right from the start.
Play your role and play their game,
Don't live your youth in vain.
You lose right from the start.
Play your role and play their game,
Don't live your youth in vain.
Wandering the halls like the little firstie he was, Cronos was dressed in his uniform excluding the robes. His twin-colored tie hung loosely around his neck and his sleeves were rolled up right above his elbows. So far he'd only seen a few people pass him by in the hallways as he traveled. There wasn't any particular direction he was traveling in, so to speak. It was... random, in a way. It came with not knowing that area all that well. So far the closest he came to knowing anything was a visit to the Owlery but that didn't quite show him anything. Nothing important at least. Unless piles and piles of straw were to be considered of the 'important variety'.
Sliiide. He nearly sighed in frustration. Those spectacles of his were quite bothersome when they wanted to be, which seemed to be at all times of the day. Once more they had found a moment to slide down his nose just purely for the loving chance to annoy him. They really were dreadful... So with that same following sigh he roughly pushed them up with his middle finger. Amane's voice rang out in his head, "Mommy! Cronos is sticking up the bad finger again!" Just as she always did. Then Alice would laugh and shake her head, not speaking a word. Amane would give her perfected eight-year-pout and sulk for a moment before brightening up entirely as though nothing had happened.
Troublesome little girl at the most. Kiri would just cling to him and not say a word but nodding along with Amane's reasoning. Always, always. It was routine. Karen would smile just as Alice had; Kariem would shake his head with one of his secret smiles; Toru would scowl and look the other direction, hiding his smile; and Yoshii would stuff his hands in his pockets as to look cool and collected. Ahh, and Daiiki, their father, would just shake his head and start muttering about appointments and crazy little girls. Then it would begin anew when Cronos pressed up his glasses another time.
"I think about them too often..." I need to think of something else.
The Mitsaki grabbed a hold of his glasses and removed them. Immediately the things around him lost their clarity and his vision became blurred. However he could still see shapes and such so he wasn't entirely blinded to the world. He held the spectacles down at his side, still traveling slowly down the hall. His fingers danced along the rectangular black frames; so familiar. A few blurry shadows of people passed him by. He could tell slight differences. Hair color, skin tone; the likes. Nothing too detailed though. That was something he didn't even attempt. There'd be no point.
Cronos turned his head to the side, now staring at the paintings lining the wall. They seemed to be fewer and farther in-between in the halls compared to other places. Now it felt more like an adventure apposed to merely wandering around aimlessly. He rather preferred that description. When he came to the next window and took the time to glance out, he noticed it was actually beginning to get quite dark... What was curfew again...? A frown lined his lips as he swiftly turned on his heel to walk back. That is, if he could somehow succeed in finding his way back...