[color=333366]A young man was slumped against the wall in one of the larger towers, long legs spread out carelessly and an almost peaceful expression on his face.
Black combat boots housed his feet, barely visible beneath the too-long green cargo pants that were mottled with various mismatched cloth patches that made him more like a clown then a sixteen-year-old.
He was wearing a black pinstriped dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow to make way for the two watches that decorated one arm, and the hemp bracelet that circled the other.
It was obvious that he'd attempted to tie his hair back, and although most had immediately sprung loose again, the dark blue band still clung furiously to a sizable amount of the ebony locks.
He yawned in his sleep, one hand twitching lightly and a small frown appearing on his face. He was dreaming, that was obvious, but whether it was pleasant or disturbing was hard to tell.
He'd just gotten to the school that day, and after a few hours of half-hearted exploring he'd found the towers. They seemed to be the perfect place to lay low, or at least sleep for a few minutes without bothering with the whole 'meeting the roomie' thing that he was dreading so badly.
He mumbled something, the indentations in his forehead increasing for a moment and suddenly smoothing into nothingness. It was nice, to simply sleep for a change. [/color]
Black combat boots housed his feet, barely visible beneath the too-long green cargo pants that were mottled with various mismatched cloth patches that made him more like a clown then a sixteen-year-old.
He was wearing a black pinstriped dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow to make way for the two watches that decorated one arm, and the hemp bracelet that circled the other.
It was obvious that he'd attempted to tie his hair back, and although most had immediately sprung loose again, the dark blue band still clung furiously to a sizable amount of the ebony locks.
He yawned in his sleep, one hand twitching lightly and a small frown appearing on his face. He was dreaming, that was obvious, but whether it was pleasant or disturbing was hard to tell.
He'd just gotten to the school that day, and after a few hours of half-hearted exploring he'd found the towers. They seemed to be the perfect place to lay low, or at least sleep for a few minutes without bothering with the whole 'meeting the roomie' thing that he was dreading so badly.
He mumbled something, the indentations in his forehead increasing for a moment and suddenly smoothing into nothingness. It was nice, to simply sleep for a change. [/color]