Boredom and a Ceiling Fan

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td> Tria 45, 81378
Just after lunch</td></tr></table>


Stryx lay on the floor in his dorm, staring up at the ceiling. He had only had morning classes today, and now he was stuck with a afternoon of boredoom and stucco. He had left the door to his dorm open in the hopes that someone, anyone would wander by and deliver him from this sinking pit of doom. Okay, maybe he was being a little melodramatic, but JEBUS it was slow today. He watched the fan on the ceiling spin, eyes fixing on one particular fin(or whatever the hell the blades on those things were called...) and watched it rotate, faster and faster and faster- WOAH...Not a good idea... Ugh...now he was dizzy and bored...Greeeeat...

 

Stryx blinked and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. <span style='color:red'>"Huh? Oh... nothing." </span>he sighed. <span style='color:red'>"Absolutely nothing..."</span> he grimaced, falling back to the floor and resuming stareing at the fan. The stupid thing was almost hypnotic...

 

Stryx grunted. <span style='color:red'>"Heh... 'Bored'... if that isn't the understatement of the year, I don't know what is." </span>He idly played with his tongue stud and tugged at the pair of black and yellow googles hanging around his neck. They were getting caught up in his dog collar and it was getting annoying. <span style='color:red'>"So what are yeh doin' around here? Don't you have classes to go to or somethin' ?"</span> he asked flatly, although inside he was eager for the opportunity to talk to someone.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td> hmm... Syvlerstryx is wearing:
-tight black tee with buckles running down the side of the chest
-baggy black cargo's
-black hoodie tied around his waist
-the dozens of studs, rings, toothpicks and safety pins in his ears, tongue stud
-dog collar, spiked leather wrist bands
-googles and a red and black bandanna</td></tr></table>


Stryx grimaced, <span style='color:red'>"And how in the hell am I pathetic?"</span> he asked, too bored to get ticked. He pulled a toothpick out of his ear and stuck it in his mouth, worrying it between his teeth. <span style='color:red'>"And, while were at it, who are yeh?"</span> he asked.

 

Stryx pulled himself to his feet and brushed off his clothes. He shuffled over and grabbed her hand, giving it a light shake. <span style='color:red'>"Er, right, I'm Sylverstryx, but call me whatever, as long as it isn't bastard or somethin' like that."</span> he said. Stryx blinked. <span style='color:red'>"Are yeh new to the academy? I think I'd remember if I'd seen you before..." </span>he asked.

 

Stryx shrugged and plopped down on his bed, setting his googles on his forehead, <span style='color:red'>"Meh, sure, come on in. S'not like there's anything else to do..."</span> he sighed. <span style='color:red'>"So what classes are yeh takin' here?"</span>

 

<span style='color:red'>"Well, first of all,"</span> Stryx said, holding up his hand and raising one finger, <span style='color:red'>"Yeh didn't answer my question. What classes are yeh takin'?"</span> He grinned.

 

<span style='color:red'>"Hn,"</span> he grunted, <span style='color:red'>"Got any family or friends here at the academy?"</span> he asked curiously.

 

Stryx smiled, <span style='color:red'>"Well, you have at least one now."</span> He grinned, <span style='color:red'>"Which dorm are you in?"</span> He asked.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>If you want to move Hail into the dorm, pm SmetterManPac and chocobeans84 to check, but it's fine with me</td></tr></table>

<span style='color:red'>"Hmm... Well, I don't see why not... you'll have to check with Amaranth and Chill though, this is their dorm too."</span> Stryx answered.