Post by ∴ Anthony on Feb 24, 2010 17:15:59 GMT -5
The computer lab in the University was, technically speaking, off-limits to students from the Academy. But the facilities of similar design at the Academy were not a place Anthony felt any more welcome. If anything, the comparably higher level of maturity in the University made him more comfortable than its off-limits status made him uncomfortable.
Today had been easy enough; he had more or less walked right in and sat down, but in the past he'd had an array of difficulties. Staff asking him for ID, passwords and usernames being required, bothersome University students... But it was amazing how a few simple words could smooth things over. Anthony still hated talking, and much preferred to act exactly as though he was still mute, but he had to admit the power of words was alluring.
The section of the lab he'd positioned himself in was empty, which was exactly why he chose the spot in the first place, and he was currently listening to music and drawing something abstract and pointless in some program that was meant to be used for some course he didn't care about.
It was the therapeutic vibe that listening to music and drawing gave him that drew him to computers, and nothing else. Not social networking, not blogging, not watching babies laugh in stupid videos, not...
His head turned. His music was never loud, only turned up enough to drown out the drone of the computers surrounding him, and his headphones were stuck in only one ear; hearing the approaching footsteps of someone come to interrupt his reverie was a painfully easy task.
Not saying a word, he pointedly stared at the lab's newest inhabitant.
Today had been easy enough; he had more or less walked right in and sat down, but in the past he'd had an array of difficulties. Staff asking him for ID, passwords and usernames being required, bothersome University students... But it was amazing how a few simple words could smooth things over. Anthony still hated talking, and much preferred to act exactly as though he was still mute, but he had to admit the power of words was alluring.
The section of the lab he'd positioned himself in was empty, which was exactly why he chose the spot in the first place, and he was currently listening to music and drawing something abstract and pointless in some program that was meant to be used for some course he didn't care about.
It was the therapeutic vibe that listening to music and drawing gave him that drew him to computers, and nothing else. Not social networking, not blogging, not watching babies laugh in stupid videos, not...
His head turned. His music was never loud, only turned up enough to drown out the drone of the computers surrounding him, and his headphones were stuck in only one ear; hearing the approaching footsteps of someone come to interrupt his reverie was a painfully easy task.
Not saying a word, he pointedly stared at the lab's newest inhabitant.
