Post by 'Dent' on Aug 10, 2007 1:12:23 GMT -5
"Ouch, hey!" Dent yelled as he tumbled to the pavement. Jostled by the crowds of purpose-filled academy staff and students in the main hall, it was only a matter of time before someone didn't notice him in the hubbub due to his small stature and knock him over, and so it had happened. His shout rang out unanswered and unheeded, however, and people went about their business.
"Coal in your stocking, ya Grinch!" he shouted at no one in particular. he would not normally have used such strong language, but his patience was wearing thin after a day full of similar incidents. Curse these Ebenezers and their aloofness... Dent hoped fervently that his whole stay here would not be like this, or things would be most unpleasant, like milk left sitting out all night sitting next to stale cookies.
Dent was quite out of breath; he had been capering up and down a seemingly infinite number of hallways all day long, and he still hadn't found his dormitory. Even his meager belongings were sufficient to cost him extra effort after so much walking. The nice lady at the receptionist's desk had given him directions three times already, but Dent swore that they were different each time. She had not seemed pleased the third time he had pestered her with the same question. He would have to wait for the shift to change before asking again, lest she be angry.
Though he had shouted, Dent knew that he had better not cry or pout, no need to tell you why.
He instead tugged off his hat, sauntered to the edge of the ornate hall and plopped down into one of several leatherbound chairs set up around a small table, much like a waiting area in a bank or a...dentist's...office... Memories flooded back, and did nothing to lighten Dent's sour mood. He was here to get away from his old life, there would be no more foolish thoughts of that nature while he was here. All he wanted was to be merry, was that so hard? Dent stuffed his hat back on his head.
You know, there must have been some magic in that old pointy hat he had,
for when he placed it on his head began to feel more glad!
He was at least free, and somewhere where he could be what he wanted to be, without "The Jolly One" breathing down his neck. Or malpractice lawyers. Same thing, when it came down to it. "Let it go, let it go, let it go," he muttered singsong to himself, willing himself to banish thoughts of the past from his head; it did not do to dwell on the ghosts of a Christmas-y past.
Maybe not all the bulbs on the strand were out. Feeling more full of good cheer, he stands and trots to catch up with someone walking across the hall, whose clothing he tugs on gently to get their attention. Looking up at them (regardless of who it was, the odds were incredibly small that they were shorter than he), he smiles sincerely. "Hey, can you help me find the dorms?" he says, a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Coal in your stocking, ya Grinch!" he shouted at no one in particular. he would not normally have used such strong language, but his patience was wearing thin after a day full of similar incidents. Curse these Ebenezers and their aloofness... Dent hoped fervently that his whole stay here would not be like this, or things would be most unpleasant, like milk left sitting out all night sitting next to stale cookies.
Dent was quite out of breath; he had been capering up and down a seemingly infinite number of hallways all day long, and he still hadn't found his dormitory. Even his meager belongings were sufficient to cost him extra effort after so much walking. The nice lady at the receptionist's desk had given him directions three times already, but Dent swore that they were different each time. She had not seemed pleased the third time he had pestered her with the same question. He would have to wait for the shift to change before asking again, lest she be angry.
Though he had shouted, Dent knew that he had better not cry or pout, no need to tell you why.
He instead tugged off his hat, sauntered to the edge of the ornate hall and plopped down into one of several leatherbound chairs set up around a small table, much like a waiting area in a bank or a...dentist's...office... Memories flooded back, and did nothing to lighten Dent's sour mood. He was here to get away from his old life, there would be no more foolish thoughts of that nature while he was here. All he wanted was to be merry, was that so hard? Dent stuffed his hat back on his head.
You know, there must have been some magic in that old pointy hat he had,
for when he placed it on his head began to feel more glad!
He was at least free, and somewhere where he could be what he wanted to be, without "The Jolly One" breathing down his neck. Or malpractice lawyers. Same thing, when it came down to it. "Let it go, let it go, let it go," he muttered singsong to himself, willing himself to banish thoughts of the past from his head; it did not do to dwell on the ghosts of a Christmas-y past.
Maybe not all the bulbs on the strand were out. Feeling more full of good cheer, he stands and trots to catch up with someone walking across the hall, whose clothing he tugs on gently to get their attention. Looking up at them (regardless of who it was, the odds were incredibly small that they were shorter than he), he smiles sincerely. "Hey, can you help me find the dorms?" he says, a hopeful tone in his voice.
