got'cha! (open)

[daniel avery]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #80d0ea; padding: 10px; width: 400px;][STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: .6; alpha:filter(opacity=60%); font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; width: 250px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 223px; overflow: auto; margin-bottom: -23px;] His headphones were dangling, simply dangling, at his arm, slung over his elbow like some sort of bag of potatoes, only the headphones were much lighter, thus easier for the lanky child to carry. It was a nice change, considering he normally would have been toting around some eighty-pounds of book bag on any regular day. But today- glorious today, he had no need to. He wasn't going to some study heavy classroom, no novel clad literary lesson. Daniel was mid stride to fix what needed fixing, to mend what unsatisfactory classroom make-up had done him wrong. He'd hardly been at the school a week, and already was everything horribly inadequate for his partaking. That day, the teen was on a mission to make certain that he be placed into a choral class, and nothing was going to stand in his way. He had his headphones, giving him strength to journey on, making him stronger, with the soft prum of a Gotye tune controlling his very stride. Music was the scent of his soul, the foundation of which his every breath... breathed. And as poetic as it may have seemed, it was simply the truth. And by George, he was going to bring that music back into his schooling! Only, he needed to remember where exactly he needed to go for that. Yes, he had been given one of those, "Congratulations on being new to this educational facility, let me show you the ropes," run-throughs, but his attention was always on something other than what it needed to be on, his eyes searching for cute girls, potentially friendly peers, and a fine derriere to gander at. Halls and offices and classrooms and people that were too old to really grow acquainted to? He didn't have the attention span for things such as that, despite how handy the information would have been at later dates. Like this one, for instance. As his eyes darted from side to side, his lips pursed ever-so-slightly out of sheer concentration, he let his legs lead him. He didn't care much to look at the ground of which he walked. Even if he was possibly the clumsiest person that he knew of, possibly not saying much of course, his eyes were too intent at looking at his surroundings. Hall after hall after hall. How big was this school, anyways? He knew of its high stature. He knew that this was where the smart and the wealthy alike attended, but how many smart and wealthy kids could there have possibly been all in one place..? Granted.... He was in Japan. Asia. And whether it was just a stereotype made by westerners to make their own educational status the "standard", he had never actually met an unintelligent Asian. ... Not that he, er... gave into stereotypical labels. And before his mind could become anymore occupied with irrelevant and unhelpful thoughts, the music groaning from his over-sized headphones had taken over his stride, putting a ridiculous bounce in his step as he gave a gentle one-two-kick before even noticing what he was doing himself. Not that he wasn't all-too-used to his own silly antics. They were, after all, quite habitual to the sophomore. "but m'desperate to conne--" he murmured in pitch, growing distracted by his own thoughts, "Did I ever turn off my playstation..? If I knew where th'damn building was, it wouldn' even matter... er.... did I even save?" No, it wasn't anywhere near abnormal for the boy to have coherent conversations with himself-- it was not even strange behavior for him to find the time to give himself an answer. "I hope so.. 'cause I'd finally beaten that tiny character, and m'never good at beatin' the Bandicoot bosses. ....... heh. Alliteration." [/style]

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