Post by raiven on Jul 8, 2014 20:35:22 GMT
Some things in this book makes no sense...
Reading, something before Raiven had very little time to do past his hunting and general survival tactics in the forest. There was no good way of keeping a book dry or clean there unless you built a shelter. The mutant turned a page to see what amounted to the explanation of what happened during several key battles during a world war conflict. He frowned as he saw someone had written something off to the side, it was oddly fitting considering that the current history courses were talking about past wars. He raised his brow slightly and shook his head, the words rang in his mind for a brief moment before he stored down the quote for a future inquiry.
Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
He knew he had heard that from somewhere before, perhaps in one of the novels that are at the moment no doubt being rained upon in his old forest home? He snorted and felt his wings twitch a little bit, they had this tendancy of twitching whenever people passed by. There were plenty of kids here, mutants of course; most hadn't seen someone of his stature before. A few kids had even thought he might be a teacher. That was actually pretty funny considering that he likely could teach someone survival skills if they wished to learn. He glanced to the side as he noticed a gaggle of students that were being quite boisterous; one of them a large male. [not as tall or as muscled as himself though] He seemed to be bragging about something, they fell out of earshot rather quickly when they turned a corner. He glanced around a little bit. The mutant hadn't really looked about at first when he sat down, he just had started reading. There were some buildings around the area, one looked to be a gym while another looked to be a greenhouse [no doubt where the cafeteria got some of it's healthier foods?]. He could tell that the grounds themselves were well kept with how it seemed everything was green, a few paved trails led to each building.
Everything is so organized.
The mutant felt himself frown slightly as he noticed that this was literally the only bench in this section of walk ways, no one was really coming near him either. It wasn't so much they were avoiding him as there were just no buildings that were directly pathed past the bench. It probably didn't help currently he didn't have any classes since they were still trying to figure out what to do with him. So at this point in time he just had reading and catching up to do while they kept an eye on him. He turned another page and frowned again, this time scrawling went all over the pages in big bold red lettering. He closed the book with a shake of his head causing both fur and feather to wiggle about. What was the point of having a book if all you did was put graffiti on it? It wasn't the first time he had to deal with graffiti either, there was a cement wall within the forest that had tons of it on there. Mostly just kids making their marks though.
The breeze is nice though...I wonder how warm it actually is?
Reading, something before Raiven had very little time to do past his hunting and general survival tactics in the forest. There was no good way of keeping a book dry or clean there unless you built a shelter. The mutant turned a page to see what amounted to the explanation of what happened during several key battles during a world war conflict. He frowned as he saw someone had written something off to the side, it was oddly fitting considering that the current history courses were talking about past wars. He raised his brow slightly and shook his head, the words rang in his mind for a brief moment before he stored down the quote for a future inquiry.
Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
He knew he had heard that from somewhere before, perhaps in one of the novels that are at the moment no doubt being rained upon in his old forest home? He snorted and felt his wings twitch a little bit, they had this tendancy of twitching whenever people passed by. There were plenty of kids here, mutants of course; most hadn't seen someone of his stature before. A few kids had even thought he might be a teacher. That was actually pretty funny considering that he likely could teach someone survival skills if they wished to learn. He glanced to the side as he noticed a gaggle of students that were being quite boisterous; one of them a large male. [not as tall or as muscled as himself though] He seemed to be bragging about something, they fell out of earshot rather quickly when they turned a corner. He glanced around a little bit. The mutant hadn't really looked about at first when he sat down, he just had started reading. There were some buildings around the area, one looked to be a gym while another looked to be a greenhouse [no doubt where the cafeteria got some of it's healthier foods?]. He could tell that the grounds themselves were well kept with how it seemed everything was green, a few paved trails led to each building.
Everything is so organized.
The mutant felt himself frown slightly as he noticed that this was literally the only bench in this section of walk ways, no one was really coming near him either. It wasn't so much they were avoiding him as there were just no buildings that were directly pathed past the bench. It probably didn't help currently he didn't have any classes since they were still trying to figure out what to do with him. So at this point in time he just had reading and catching up to do while they kept an eye on him. He turned another page and frowned again, this time scrawling went all over the pages in big bold red lettering. He closed the book with a shake of his head causing both fur and feather to wiggle about. What was the point of having a book if all you did was put graffiti on it? It wasn't the first time he had to deal with graffiti either, there was a cement wall within the forest that had tons of it on there. Mostly just kids making their marks though.
The breeze is nice though...I wonder how warm it actually is?
It wasn't.. well cold. No, most of the kids were in shorts, enjoying the sun, dancing in the heat. And yet, here she was, in a black skirt and stockings, with a thick winter hat and scarf on her body, and a coat over herself. Most people would wonder what the heck was wrong with the girl, and she'd already snapped at a senior that insisted that she divest herself of her winter clothing, because she was only attached to it, right? She had yelled at the poor senior, watching their stunned face. And then some big bully just took her friggin' bag and threw it above one of the trees on the way to the green house. For yelling at his beautiful senior of course.
