Post by Ebony Wynter on Aug 25, 2007 15:22:14 GMT -5
Ebony was the type of person to wander. Wandering aimlessly, glazed look on his face, was something the British boy excelled at. Well, if you're good at something you might as well stick to it. Hence his wandering. Ebony didn't have a set place. He just went where ever his legs carried him. Ebony had started at the Mammoth boy's cabin, he walked for what seemed like ages, and ended up here. God, there were so many trees in this place! What could someone seriously do with all these trees? The bugs weren't bad yet, thank God, so Ebony hadn't sprayed himself with the horrid bug spray. Obviously, Ebony and nature didn't go hand in hand.
It was a warm day, much too warm for the pale boy's liking. His skin radiated a soft, sheer glow in the amber and cold rays of the sunlight. The molten ball of heat pulsed above Ebony's head and rained down sun spot to dance on his blue-black hair. Brilliant green eyes squinting in the sunlight, the black-clad youth found his way to a huge, huge, huge meadow. There wasn't anyone there. They were probably all dipping in the nasty, dirt infested pond. God, didn't they know that fish excreted in that pond? Poor Ebony, the slightly strange boy.
Benches lined the area, and there were a few that dipped in the dark shadows of the shade. Seeking shelter from the sweltering heat, Ebony rested his slender body beneath one of those benches. Immediately everything was cooler, and his heart-shaped face peered out from the shadow covered bench. The bench was stone, cool beneath the slender fingers of Ebony, and he felt himself relax. A small smile even came to play on the corners of his full lips. Silence. Ebony thrived in silence. Most people desired, no needed, human contact. The British boy wasn't one of those, and the silence crackled in his ears like an old radio. He liked it. No sound of another human voice. Just the warm, lilting summer breeze cascading through the gem-green leaves of the tree.
Clasping his hands in his lap, Ebony sat there for a good while. His eyes were dreamy as ever, and the razored ends of his blue-black hair fell into his wide eyes. All was silent, all was still, all was peaceful. The breeze shifted to gently tug at the tendrils of Ebony's hair. The grasses of the meadow danced and twirled under the soft, swift beat of the breeze. It was warm and smelled of nature, that breeze. Ebony's nose began to tingle.
Then, he sneezed. The sound echoed around the meadow. It was as if the noise was magnified. Damn allergies. Damn nature. It hadn't been Ebony's idea to go to camp. Sleeping in musty cabins, showering with people you didn't know, walking around smelling like pine weren't on Ebony's list of favorite things to do. The insane amount of pollen made him sneeze all the time, and half the time he was so doped up on allergy meds to even watch where he was going.
Hence the small cut that was on his forehead. Ditzy, clumsy little Ebony had walked into a tree. Yes, into a tree. He had landed smack on his butt. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone around. Now he just had to walk around with a ridiculous cut on his delicate forehead. Nature was out to get Ebony. That much was obvious.
It was a warm day, much too warm for the pale boy's liking. His skin radiated a soft, sheer glow in the amber and cold rays of the sunlight. The molten ball of heat pulsed above Ebony's head and rained down sun spot to dance on his blue-black hair. Brilliant green eyes squinting in the sunlight, the black-clad youth found his way to a huge, huge, huge meadow. There wasn't anyone there. They were probably all dipping in the nasty, dirt infested pond. God, didn't they know that fish excreted in that pond? Poor Ebony, the slightly strange boy.
Benches lined the area, and there were a few that dipped in the dark shadows of the shade. Seeking shelter from the sweltering heat, Ebony rested his slender body beneath one of those benches. Immediately everything was cooler, and his heart-shaped face peered out from the shadow covered bench. The bench was stone, cool beneath the slender fingers of Ebony, and he felt himself relax. A small smile even came to play on the corners of his full lips. Silence. Ebony thrived in silence. Most people desired, no needed, human contact. The British boy wasn't one of those, and the silence crackled in his ears like an old radio. He liked it. No sound of another human voice. Just the warm, lilting summer breeze cascading through the gem-green leaves of the tree.
Clasping his hands in his lap, Ebony sat there for a good while. His eyes were dreamy as ever, and the razored ends of his blue-black hair fell into his wide eyes. All was silent, all was still, all was peaceful. The breeze shifted to gently tug at the tendrils of Ebony's hair. The grasses of the meadow danced and twirled under the soft, swift beat of the breeze. It was warm and smelled of nature, that breeze. Ebony's nose began to tingle.
Then, he sneezed. The sound echoed around the meadow. It was as if the noise was magnified. Damn allergies. Damn nature. It hadn't been Ebony's idea to go to camp. Sleeping in musty cabins, showering with people you didn't know, walking around smelling like pine weren't on Ebony's list of favorite things to do. The insane amount of pollen made him sneeze all the time, and half the time he was so doped up on allergy meds to even watch where he was going.
Hence the small cut that was on his forehead. Ditzy, clumsy little Ebony had walked into a tree. Yes, into a tree. He had landed smack on his butt. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone around. Now he just had to walk around with a ridiculous cut on his delicate forehead. Nature was out to get Ebony. That much was obvious.
