Post by Onira on Sept 14, 2006 22:01:20 GMT -5
(OOC: Yes, Onira's going through that time. That special moment in everyone's life. He wants companionship. He wants love. He wants a date to the prom so he doesn't look like a total geek.)
Slowly Onira began with the pattern of footsteps, those piercing violet eyes directing their gaze to the ground. He was in deep thought, and his mind was quite cluttered at the moment. Seeing the picture/words placed inside that ever-so-faithful envelope had completely screwed him up, causing his brain to overload on question.
I need a date! Who could I get a date with? No one! There's no one! No! There must be someone!!
He worded that differently many a multiple time, flipping it over and over in the rolodex known as Onira's train of thought. However, no matter how many times he changed the letters, the answer always drew a blank. He had no date!
"Aggh!"
He screamed loudly coming out of his dorm, almost pulling out those waist-length strands of golden hair. It was annoying as all heck! That much was for sure, at least. Well, with that on mind, he had gotten further than when he started. Maybe he wasn't as doomed as he thought.
The trip through the elevator made him think differently.
"I'm screwed! I'm royally and utterly screwed! Everyone has someone! Noted, I only know like three girls, but they're all in relationships! Damn it! Why don't I get out more!"
Lucky for Onira, the elevator was empty, however, that was fairly unimportant at the moment. Even with the now broken pattern of his skull smacking itself against the inside of the elevator door, his brain kept itself on one subject. Prom!
Quickly he burst out of the elevator, now on the ground floor. His steps were quick, a very fast speed walk. So fast, in-fact, that he foundhimself smacking into someone. Eyes to the ground and no attention paid to one's place or pace could do that.
He fell backward from the awkward impact, finding his butt solidly planted against the floor. No sound escaped. He was quick to shake his head and look towards the person who had apparently been his point of impact. Eyes showed that one's thoughts were somewhere else, but the expression seemed fairly apologetic.
"Sorry about that..."
Slowly Onira began with the pattern of footsteps, those piercing violet eyes directing their gaze to the ground. He was in deep thought, and his mind was quite cluttered at the moment. Seeing the picture/words placed inside that ever-so-faithful envelope had completely screwed him up, causing his brain to overload on question.
I need a date! Who could I get a date with? No one! There's no one! No! There must be someone!!
He worded that differently many a multiple time, flipping it over and over in the rolodex known as Onira's train of thought. However, no matter how many times he changed the letters, the answer always drew a blank. He had no date!
"Aggh!"
He screamed loudly coming out of his dorm, almost pulling out those waist-length strands of golden hair. It was annoying as all heck! That much was for sure, at least. Well, with that on mind, he had gotten further than when he started. Maybe he wasn't as doomed as he thought.
The trip through the elevator made him think differently.
"I'm screwed! I'm royally and utterly screwed! Everyone has someone! Noted, I only know like three girls, but they're all in relationships! Damn it! Why don't I get out more!"
Lucky for Onira, the elevator was empty, however, that was fairly unimportant at the moment. Even with the now broken pattern of his skull smacking itself against the inside of the elevator door, his brain kept itself on one subject. Prom!
Quickly he burst out of the elevator, now on the ground floor. His steps were quick, a very fast speed walk. So fast, in-fact, that he foundhimself smacking into someone. Eyes to the ground and no attention paid to one's place or pace could do that.
He fell backward from the awkward impact, finding his butt solidly planted against the floor. No sound escaped. He was quick to shake his head and look towards the person who had apparently been his point of impact. Eyes showed that one's thoughts were somewhere else, but the expression seemed fairly apologetic.
"Sorry about that..."