Post by malachi on Oct 26, 2007 12:09:28 GMT -5
Malachi sighed to himself as he wrote in his journal. As he wrote the events that happened upon yesterday, the ink stained the page, his thoughts seeming to roll out onto the parchment. He'd made a couple friends, one especially. His name was Gerard Turner, the second Gerard he'd met. He met Gerard Iero the night before, it was kind of weird, but very cool. He met both Gerards in the same place; the Quality Quarters.[/size]
The night before, him and Gerard were in the common room and Gerard thought it'd be funny to fool Malachi and pretend he was a slytherin prefect. But--it didn't work. Smirking to himself, Malachi wrote down that they became really good friends, both being superhero's. He chuckled at the thought. They were bunny and duckie boys. There was a girl that was a superhero too, but he never met her. But sometime, he had to make his friend that stuff duck, that was like his blue and red bunny. He knew Gerard would love it. He came into the room with ducky pajama's, Malachi could only imagine how much he'd like a good-sized duck.
Closing his journal, he decided to make it, but not inside. He looked outside to see the mid-afternoon sun. It was about four, so it was perfect outside. He grabbed a bag of stuffing, some fabric, thread, and then a needle and buttons. He had a lot, shoving it in his messenger bag. Sighing, he walked out the door, after first putting on a white, button-up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top so you could see some of his chest, a line in the middle where his pec was. He smiled and put his tie loosely around the collar, letting the shirt go over his faded jeans. Since the shirt was short-sleeved, you could see his jack skelington tattoo on his forearm.
Finally walking out the entrance hall door, he made his way across the grounds, the wind carrying the grass swiftly. As Malachi looked around, he could see the autumn leaves flying everywhere, a smile on his face. This was his favorite season; the fall. He sat down by the tree and cross his legs, indian style and began to take out his stuff to start the duck. By the time twenty minutes came around, he put the stuffing in a sewing of the duck, now sewing it together, his icy eyes looking down at the duck, a smile on his face.