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Post by Locke F. Herald on Mar 28, 2009 22:48:03 GMT -5
Locke couldn't help but smile as he sat in the halls of the Academy once again. All though in a different location, it was good to be back. And so here he was, not walking through the halls reading as he did before, but instead sitting against a window sill, staring into the bright sun. He had changed much since he'd gotten here, that was for sure. He'd never have been caught wasting time doing something like this. It served no purpose, it was ineffective.
But right now, he just lay back and smiled as the sun crept across his face.
Life was good, for now. But how would that change in the weeks to come? Who knew, and did it matter? He had family, he had at least one friend, and he had plenty of things to keep himself busy with.
That was enough, right?
He closed his eyes and sighed softly, the only thing he felt was the sun cut off as it hid behind a cloud.
"Never fails." He muttered, when he wanted to enjoy the sun, it got cloudy. He moved to get up to find a new perch, wondering if he could bother to fight the world on this point.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Nov 10, 2009 14:08:41 GMT -5
Garion silently thanked the gust of wind that moved the passing cloud in front of the sun. He had just woken up, and the sunlight that had streaming through the open windows a few moments ago stung at his eyes.
Garion hadn’t felt this bad in ages. He had no recollection of last night, but his mouth tasted like something had died in it and his head was pounding. He desperately wished he could go back to bed, but he had class in an hour and if he didn’t have something to eat soon, the young boy seriously thought that he would die.
The boy's sandy blond hair was matted as he walked through the halls of the Academy at random. He had two ham sandwiches in his tiny hands, and he was attacking them as he walked. Garion had practically ran out of the cafeteria after buying his food. The tumulus noise stabbed at his ears and aggravated his pounding head. His bloodshot eyes were so fixed on his sandwich that he hadn't even noticed the only other occupant of the hallway.
(Ooc: Sorry, not my best, don't know why)
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Nov 14, 2009 5:02:02 GMT -5
Locke was the first to notice the other member of the hallway. It was what appeared to be a very hung-over 10 year old. Locke remembered, of their ordeal it always seemed Garion had been hit hardest.
Locke had the nightmares, sure he did, but he was used to hiding his pain and fear. He'd had 13 years to perfect it. Even now when he imagined that twisted face...he involuntarily shivered and then hopped off the window sill, looking towards Garion.
"You don't look well this morning." He remarked, an understatement. Locke was not a medical expert, but that much was obvious. "Getting sick or something?"
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Nov 23, 2009 17:23:23 GMT -5
Garion winced as Locke's unnaturally loud voice pierced his head. "Ugh, Locke! Not so loud!" He had said it almost as a reflex, before realizing who he was talking to. He hadn't seen Locke at all after the incident, and missed his company dearly. In all reality, Locke was his only friend.
"I don't know. I feel worse than I have ever before." Garion answered Locke's question. "I would stand back a bit. My breath probably doesn't smell too good."
Garion looked blearily at his friend. He realised ruefully that whenever they talked, it was always when Garion had some sort of problem. He couldn't remember the last time he had talked to Locke about the weather, or a good book... normal things.
Then again, Garion was never good at discussing 'normal things'.
He didn't know what to say that wasn't a comment about his mysterious condition. He held out half a ham sandwich. "Hungry?"
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