The distinctive inhale of someone 'pulling' on a cigarette was a mere whisper in the cacophony playing in the back ground. The end of the cigarette; once dull and a mere ghost of a glow in the in dark, came to life with a momentary red hot radiance. Its colored shadow cascaded up with the breath of life, fanning out about the face of the one responsible and cutting through the shroud of darkness from the shade of a lone tree. With lips parted, a flow of thick and dark smoke was exhaled and left to float lazily off and drift into nothingness. That was a nice notion wasn't it? To drift off into nothingness; something Draven had often wondered was possible. How come something so noxious as the fumes of nicotine could blend into the world and seemingly disappear but he could not? Envious of something that cannot be grasped, cannot be felt for, something that taints his very being; there must be something wrong with him. He smiled. There is something wrong with him.
The sound of shifting could be heard next; bark against clothing, clothing against skin and the slightest hint of a chain rattling. He stood; the lean physique of a young man who obviously worked out, seemingly manifesting out of the shadows. His lips were twisted into a sideways smirk that seemed to say, 'hello, I'm insane. Care to join me for tea?' Not that he liked tea; not in the slightest. A small snowfall of ash made a pile upon the ground as it was tapped off the cigarette, until the tip of a boot flattened and smeared it into an undetectable smudge in the dirt. A yawn filled the air as the teen stretched, cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he did so. He enjoyed the cool breeze under the shade of the tree a moment longer before crushing his cigarette out and stepping out of the shadow he was hiding in. As he walked away from the spot of his momentary solitude, a mask of indifference took hold of his expression. He crossed the grass of the front of the school and headed through the front doors; unconcerned with the fact that he wreaked of cigarette smoke.
He must have been quite the sight, donned in black drab on par with a wannabe rock star; piercings and ink galore. Though, he supposed he wasn't the oddest looking teen around here and the idea only further interested him. He let the door swing to a noisy close behind him as he eyed the hallways momentarily. He had already spoken to the counselor and dealt with the annoyance of new student papers and initiations. After all of that, he needed a cigarette and now he was simply meandering the halls. He'd chalk it up to boredom but in truth, he was completely and utterly lost.
The sound of shifting could be heard next; bark against clothing, clothing against skin and the slightest hint of a chain rattling. He stood; the lean physique of a young man who obviously worked out, seemingly manifesting out of the shadows. His lips were twisted into a sideways smirk that seemed to say, 'hello, I'm insane. Care to join me for tea?' Not that he liked tea; not in the slightest. A small snowfall of ash made a pile upon the ground as it was tapped off the cigarette, until the tip of a boot flattened and smeared it into an undetectable smudge in the dirt. A yawn filled the air as the teen stretched, cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he did so. He enjoyed the cool breeze under the shade of the tree a moment longer before crushing his cigarette out and stepping out of the shadow he was hiding in. As he walked away from the spot of his momentary solitude, a mask of indifference took hold of his expression. He crossed the grass of the front of the school and headed through the front doors; unconcerned with the fact that he wreaked of cigarette smoke.
He must have been quite the sight, donned in black drab on par with a wannabe rock star; piercings and ink galore. Though, he supposed he wasn't the oddest looking teen around here and the idea only further interested him. He let the door swing to a noisy close behind him as he eyed the hallways momentarily. He had already spoken to the counselor and dealt with the annoyance of new student papers and initiations. After all of that, he needed a cigarette and now he was simply meandering the halls. He'd chalk it up to boredom but in truth, he was completely and utterly lost.