Post by Sparky Cobalt on Dec 7, 2010 3:55:54 GMT -5
Sparky sighed as he trudged away from the residential areas of Drakborough. He'd lived in a bathroom stall for the last couple weeks or so, and he was kind of tired of it. Sure, he'd made it comfy--thank god for magic--but seriously, he'd been walked in on by panicky fourth years needing to use the restroom more times than he could count, no matter what kind of locks he put on the door. The bad part about everyone having magic, he guessed, but either way, he needed to get the hell out of there and find somewhere to live in town. So he could pay rent. With the money he was making at the school. Where he was working to pay off his schooling.
Fuck.
Deeper and deeper in the hole, he was going, and it wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling.
It didn't help that he couldn't find anywhere decent to live. It seemed that most places were either junky, renovated, or too-new-to-be-affordable. Maybe he'd just have to keep making his bathroom stall comfy as possible... He already had a few ideas on expanding the interior, but leaving the outside the same old bathroom stall. Why a bathroom stall, you ask? Because there were bathrooms on every floor of the castle, sometimes more than just a pair. There were bathrooms everywhere. He couldn't take up a whole classroom for his own bedroom, but hey, no one would miss a bathroom stall. It worked, in his mind, and besides, it let him practice his cleaning charms.
His breath puffed into the air, misty and quickly swept away by a light breeze.
He needed to head back to the castle, but the idea of a warm drink was sounding nicer and nicer by the second.
Fuck.
Deeper and deeper in the hole, he was going, and it wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling.
It didn't help that he couldn't find anywhere decent to live. It seemed that most places were either junky, renovated, or too-new-to-be-affordable. Maybe he'd just have to keep making his bathroom stall comfy as possible... He already had a few ideas on expanding the interior, but leaving the outside the same old bathroom stall. Why a bathroom stall, you ask? Because there were bathrooms on every floor of the castle, sometimes more than just a pair. There were bathrooms everywhere. He couldn't take up a whole classroom for his own bedroom, but hey, no one would miss a bathroom stall. It worked, in his mind, and besides, it let him practice his cleaning charms.
His breath puffed into the air, misty and quickly swept away by a light breeze.
He needed to head back to the castle, but the idea of a warm drink was sounding nicer and nicer by the second.