Post by Robert on Aug 16, 2006 4:27:53 GMT -5
(OOC: Unlike a few people on this board (shall remain nameless), this is not an attempt at getting (Robert) a girlfriend. This is merely to see how he would react to someone with a similar past to himself.)
The darkness, although invisible, seemed to curl off of him like smoke. For once, he had no one around him to pick on him. To harm him in one way or another. Not even to yell at him for something. None of them seemed to even be close to him. Only the welcoming silence was his company. And how kind it was. Never came closer. Never moved further away. Never spoke. It never judged him. Never hurt him. Never asked something from him. Never wanted him to do something. It just stayed there. To most, it was nowhere, yet that was only to he who did not respect silence. Only to those whose taste of noise always ended in bitterness and disgust could truly respected the soundless state of being. How sweet it was.
He looked around, the city only a quarter mile away from where he sat. It was still able to be seen, yet far enough away that the many noises of it's various lives did not interupt the students of the academy. Or Robert.
He looked at the large building beside him. The infamous magical school that called itself "Arcane". However, it's title was ultimately unimportant to the dull boy that sat next to it. Only ten feet away from the academy itself, yet still thirty feet beside the main entrance. Many were in class, but not Robert. His classes were considerably less in amount versus the average student. To some, it was nice. To Robert, it was just another fact of life. Another infintesimal speck of the dark painting that was the existance of Robert Hiru.
He placed a gloved hand against the bench of dead wood. It's spirit as well as any trace of energy destroyed when it's origins of former glory were cut down for lumber. A sad idea when one actually thought about it. So many of nature's spirits destroyed for all in the many worlds to live happy and wonderful lives. One of the more spiritual thoughts man has accidently run across.
Robert's purposeless mind, for one reason or another, actually began to think about the world. The people on it, if one were to be so bold. Of course, if one were given the regular grade 2 speech, then their mind would invariably, in at least one moment of their lives, come to the conclusion that the world was full of all types and that they could become who ever they wished. Naturally, though, Robert's case was in no way similar. His teachings were always that he was to remain who he was and that all around him were merely purposeless beings. They took no role in his life, and that at the end of the day, he was still the Academy's tool.
He ran his fingers along the slight gap between the two closest planks of wood that made up the five total of the table. He couldn't feel it, given that he was wearing gloves, but it seemed dry. It had rained only last night, yet already the dead wood had returned to the dry of lifeless existance. Death. It seemed almost common place, now. A depressing thought, but it was true. Death was ultimately inevitable. Impossible to avoid. When it came, one could only stand and except it's swift currents, eventually lost in the tide of souless drift. Sinking to the depths of the next world. However unpleasent it sounded, however, Robert excepted it whole-heartedly. It was a welcoming gift. Whether you give it the title of Hades or Shinigami or the Grim Reaper, his present was one Robert had yet to recieve. And how badly he longed for it. Truly it was the only thing that he wanted like a boy his age longed for a Playstation or a vacation. One could only hope.
The park bench creaked only slightly as Robert adjusted himself, hearing the deep, broken sound of thunder. It wasn't too loud, meaning it probably wasn't even on the island. Yet even so, one couldn't help but feel curious of it. Rain was sure to come down soon. Quite an afternoon it was to become.
OOC: I think I ranted too much...
The darkness, although invisible, seemed to curl off of him like smoke. For once, he had no one around him to pick on him. To harm him in one way or another. Not even to yell at him for something. None of them seemed to even be close to him. Only the welcoming silence was his company. And how kind it was. Never came closer. Never moved further away. Never spoke. It never judged him. Never hurt him. Never asked something from him. Never wanted him to do something. It just stayed there. To most, it was nowhere, yet that was only to he who did not respect silence. Only to those whose taste of noise always ended in bitterness and disgust could truly respected the soundless state of being. How sweet it was.
He looked around, the city only a quarter mile away from where he sat. It was still able to be seen, yet far enough away that the many noises of it's various lives did not interupt the students of the academy. Or Robert.
He looked at the large building beside him. The infamous magical school that called itself "Arcane". However, it's title was ultimately unimportant to the dull boy that sat next to it. Only ten feet away from the academy itself, yet still thirty feet beside the main entrance. Many were in class, but not Robert. His classes were considerably less in amount versus the average student. To some, it was nice. To Robert, it was just another fact of life. Another infintesimal speck of the dark painting that was the existance of Robert Hiru.
He placed a gloved hand against the bench of dead wood. It's spirit as well as any trace of energy destroyed when it's origins of former glory were cut down for lumber. A sad idea when one actually thought about it. So many of nature's spirits destroyed for all in the many worlds to live happy and wonderful lives. One of the more spiritual thoughts man has accidently run across.
Robert's purposeless mind, for one reason or another, actually began to think about the world. The people on it, if one were to be so bold. Of course, if one were given the regular grade 2 speech, then their mind would invariably, in at least one moment of their lives, come to the conclusion that the world was full of all types and that they could become who ever they wished. Naturally, though, Robert's case was in no way similar. His teachings were always that he was to remain who he was and that all around him were merely purposeless beings. They took no role in his life, and that at the end of the day, he was still the Academy's tool.
He ran his fingers along the slight gap between the two closest planks of wood that made up the five total of the table. He couldn't feel it, given that he was wearing gloves, but it seemed dry. It had rained only last night, yet already the dead wood had returned to the dry of lifeless existance. Death. It seemed almost common place, now. A depressing thought, but it was true. Death was ultimately inevitable. Impossible to avoid. When it came, one could only stand and except it's swift currents, eventually lost in the tide of souless drift. Sinking to the depths of the next world. However unpleasent it sounded, however, Robert excepted it whole-heartedly. It was a welcoming gift. Whether you give it the title of Hades or Shinigami or the Grim Reaper, his present was one Robert had yet to recieve. And how badly he longed for it. Truly it was the only thing that he wanted like a boy his age longed for a Playstation or a vacation. One could only hope.
The park bench creaked only slightly as Robert adjusted himself, hearing the deep, broken sound of thunder. It wasn't too loud, meaning it probably wasn't even on the island. Yet even so, one couldn't help but feel curious of it. Rain was sure to come down soon. Quite an afternoon it was to become.
OOC: I think I ranted too much...
