Post by Freak Ishioma on Aug 19, 2009 10:28:30 GMT -5
Slumped besides a wall within the archway, a small teenager shifted restlessly where he sat - his eyes closed partially in desperation for a long slumber. His olive skin was bruised in deep shades of grey and blue, faded in parts to a pale healing yellow where they remained from times before. His two-toned hair; shaggy and unkempt with damp with leaves and branches and various articles of water-foliage.DERP!
Frescan Ishioma, or Freak as he had been called, had last walked in the school grounds at the early days of the last year. Had he been awake or thinking straight at that moment in time, he might've given a moments thought to what year he was even apart of now. His sixth...? Or seventh? He didn't know. Maybe he'd have to pick up where he left off: some way in his fifth year of education.
Either way, he was back, and he wouldn't be leaving at any regular intervals. Shivering somewhat, he brought his knees closer to his body - resting his head against the one small suitcase he'd taken with him when he'd left the first time and pulling his drenched crimson-colored jacket tighter around him. Outside, the unseasonal weather continued to pour down in thunderous floods of rainwater. It'd be over quickly no doubt, but at least it was mid-night instead of daytime weather.
Noone would be awake to notice it.
Stretching somewhat as he tried to sleep, Freak hiccoughed, startling awake for a moment and choking on the amount of water he had swallowed minutes earlier. He spluttered, groaning a bit but managing to drift back into a light daze. He really didn't have the energy to even try and stay awake to find the common room again. What would he do when he got there, anyway? Sleep. It wasn't like anyone would be around to remember him: he supposed Selene might've finished school if she was even around anymore; Felix, who knew how old that kid was and where he'd be. The others he'd met wouldn't recognise him anymore.
He'd been gone for a long time.