Mindless Games

A soft drumming echoed through the corridor, leading anyone listening to a specific classroom. A lone figure sat on a desk; a desk that was still standing anyways. Just and ordinary figure, other that the long, striking blonde/white hair, the sporty clothing, and the black leather gloves.Those gloves were definatly different from anything in the world. They looked hand-made from the crooked seams, and the fingertips looked thick, thicker than the slender hands the gloves were on. On hand drummed on the desk, as the figure looked out, through the dusty window and beyond the school grounds. A can lay at her feet, coated with a light layer of dust, like it had been sitting there a long time. Black sneakers swung lightly between the desk legs. A smell of paint harshly assulted the comman observer, and it radiated from this girl, the can, and a patch of wall. She wrote something but what was it? Most people would need a closer look to tell.