Post by Sparky Cobalt on May 25, 2006 10:59:54 GMT -5
Sparky sighed as he made his way down to the Feasting Hall. Today wasn't going to well for him, to say the least. First, the whole 'OMG Tiff is here and Max is dead *GASP*' situation was continuing. Then there was the doubt that he'd make a good beater for his team, even WITH the Firebolt his captain had gotten him. Also, he'd missed breakfast, and hadn't gotten any bacon.
Never mess with a bacon-less Sparky.
Actually, this lesson had been taught to a few younger students in the common room, they'd decided it'd be funny to dress up like strips of bacon and dance around in front of him. This had, naturally, caused Sparky to go insane with joy and bite one of the boys. After realizing it wasn't real bacon, he'd locked them both in a broom closet, to think about what they'd done, and to bond. I mean, what better place to get to know each other than a broom closet? You show me a better place, and I'll show you a screwdriver to the eye.
Anyways.
Sparky inserted his head around the door, glancing around, his brown hair slowly shifting a bit as he looked around. The black robes he wore were a bit too big for him, and ended around his shoes, and covered the hands he had curled over the edge of the door.
It was after dark, and people were here and there, eating a late dinner. ..But shouldn't it be 'After Light'? Because it isn't after dark, because that'd be in the morning. This random thought entered his mind, as he stepped into the hall, and made his way over to the very end of the Ravenclaw table. He sat down carefully, and put a few rolls on his plate, along with a small portion of Ham. He wasn't all that hungry, as he'd eaten like a starving cow at a Grass convention. Of course, 'Grass convention' doesn't sound very innocent... Ah well.
The whole Feasting Hall seemed to be bathed in a dark light, for some reason, and the few lights only barely gave enough light. Sparky figured that since most people were already done with dinner, they were getting ready to shut everything down. He actually liked it this way; he didn't like large crowds of people. He preffered just talking with maybe one or two at a time, large crowds overwhelmed him. (ooc note: I'm not sure if 'large crowds overwhelmed him' is the correct way to say that or not. Ah well.)
Of course, being alone might have been just as bad.. It was boring without having someone to talk to. But Sparky, being Sparky, didn't really go up to random people and talk to them, which is probably why he didn't have many friends. We can't really blame him, though, because where he lived, everyone knew his family, and he never really had a chance to make any friends. For years, people had been saying to their children things like 'Stay away from those Cobalts, you hear?' and 'Their evilness and poorness will rub off on you, Cindy.' and even 'The only time it's okay to talk to a Cobalt is if you're going to make fun of one.'
Yes, the people in his neighborhood hadn't been very, well.. Neighborly. All because of their lack of money, and the Father's.. unsparkling police record. Indeed, the Cobalt children had to play with themselves(oocnote: Totally didn't mean it THAT way, perv.) most of the time.
After Sparky had moved to Firefox, his habits hadn't changed; Avoid other people, Only wake up at night or for breakfast on the weekends, and don't answer questions in class to avoid being made fun of or ignored. This, of course, hadn't really been a foolproof 'friend making' plan. In fact, it could probably more accurately be called an 'unfriend making' plan.
As he started nibbling on one of the rolls, he said, quietly "I wonder what Captain Hook's name was before he had that hook on his hand...." This thought, strangely, had been bugging him for a while, now. We should probably blame his strange mind for the random things that came out of his mouth frequently, like what came out next:
"Can blind people see their dreams...?"
He sighed and shrugged, letting this thought fester in his mind until later, and continued eating, vaguely hoping someone would come up and talk to him.
Never mess with a bacon-less Sparky.
Actually, this lesson had been taught to a few younger students in the common room, they'd decided it'd be funny to dress up like strips of bacon and dance around in front of him. This had, naturally, caused Sparky to go insane with joy and bite one of the boys. After realizing it wasn't real bacon, he'd locked them both in a broom closet, to think about what they'd done, and to bond. I mean, what better place to get to know each other than a broom closet? You show me a better place, and I'll show you a screwdriver to the eye.
Anyways.
Sparky inserted his head around the door, glancing around, his brown hair slowly shifting a bit as he looked around. The black robes he wore were a bit too big for him, and ended around his shoes, and covered the hands he had curled over the edge of the door.
It was after dark, and people were here and there, eating a late dinner. ..But shouldn't it be 'After Light'? Because it isn't after dark, because that'd be in the morning. This random thought entered his mind, as he stepped into the hall, and made his way over to the very end of the Ravenclaw table. He sat down carefully, and put a few rolls on his plate, along with a small portion of Ham. He wasn't all that hungry, as he'd eaten like a starving cow at a Grass convention. Of course, 'Grass convention' doesn't sound very innocent... Ah well.
The whole Feasting Hall seemed to be bathed in a dark light, for some reason, and the few lights only barely gave enough light. Sparky figured that since most people were already done with dinner, they were getting ready to shut everything down. He actually liked it this way; he didn't like large crowds of people. He preffered just talking with maybe one or two at a time, large crowds overwhelmed him. (ooc note: I'm not sure if 'large crowds overwhelmed him' is the correct way to say that or not. Ah well.)
Of course, being alone might have been just as bad.. It was boring without having someone to talk to. But Sparky, being Sparky, didn't really go up to random people and talk to them, which is probably why he didn't have many friends. We can't really blame him, though, because where he lived, everyone knew his family, and he never really had a chance to make any friends. For years, people had been saying to their children things like 'Stay away from those Cobalts, you hear?' and 'Their evilness and poorness will rub off on you, Cindy.' and even 'The only time it's okay to talk to a Cobalt is if you're going to make fun of one.'
Yes, the people in his neighborhood hadn't been very, well.. Neighborly. All because of their lack of money, and the Father's.. unsparkling police record. Indeed, the Cobalt children had to play with themselves(oocnote: Totally didn't mean it THAT way, perv.) most of the time.
After Sparky had moved to Firefox, his habits hadn't changed; Avoid other people, Only wake up at night or for breakfast on the weekends, and don't answer questions in class to avoid being made fun of or ignored. This, of course, hadn't really been a foolproof 'friend making' plan. In fact, it could probably more accurately be called an 'unfriend making' plan.
As he started nibbling on one of the rolls, he said, quietly "I wonder what Captain Hook's name was before he had that hook on his hand...." This thought, strangely, had been bugging him for a while, now. We should probably blame his strange mind for the random things that came out of his mouth frequently, like what came out next:
"Can blind people see their dreams...?"
He sighed and shrugged, letting this thought fester in his mind until later, and continued eating, vaguely hoping someone would come up and talk to him.