Post by Jay on Oct 26, 2008 22:35:18 GMT -5
Distracted. Distracted. Distracted. He was always distracted. And now, well look at him no he was bloody well lost.
Way to go, genius.
Matti wandered the halls blindly, or at least, the way he seemed to stumble around and retrace his steps just about every five seconds made him seem blind as anything. He was holding a small bit of paper in both hands, close to his chest but not so close that he could not read it. Not that he could read it anyway.
He blinked down at the paper again, stopping mid-step.
It was his schedule, well, to be better put, it was once his schedule, it was now reduced to a veritable plethora of doodles. Small stick people and quick figure drawings, loose expressions from classmates, cartoon cats, stars and indefinable creatures covered the oh so important piece of paper, there was even (an admittedly only semi detailed) middle eastern dragon winding its way all around the back.
He huffed his discontent once more.
Way to go, genius.
Logically speaking, if logic were one to win out over Matti that is, he could have just gone down to the office and gotten them to print him a new one, but there were many things stopping him from doing that. Well. Two. One being that he went down there almost every other day because of the exact same reason, and two because he was already in the third building, and was not in the mood to walk all the way to the office.
Logic as well might have told him that it would be a good idea simply to lift the drawings off of the paper, but that could lead to potential disaster, and he knew it. Not only the fact the he likely could not control more than five or six of the doodles at a time, and lord only knows what those little things could get up to without direction, but also the fact that a fair portion of the doodles were simply small hearts with a name inside that he honestly didn’t want the world to see. As if he didn’t have it hard enough. He drew the paper closer to his chest at this thought, paranoia making him look over his shoulder.
He folded the paper carefully, still looking around, edgy as ever, just in case some unexpected person popped up to steal it and announce embarrassing things to the entire school.
He would just have to figure out what class he had by himself.
He probably had it memorized somewhere in the back of his mind.
He searched.
He didn’t.
“I am so screwed.” He muttered darkly. He left something shift and brush his neck, and looked to the polished glass display case beside him to see in his reflection that apparently, likely in his frustration, his hair had of it’s own free will become black and listless, no longer sticking out like ruffled feathers from under his hat. He grinned despite himself. Spontaneous changes were nice sometimes, he could probably get used to hair like this. He ran his fingers through it. He fancied he looked something like Hawk from DRC now. That was always a good thing, Hawk was undeniably adorable. His grin grew as he concentrated on making his hair a tad shorter and a bit more brown, trying to remember that damn stoner’s hair in detail.
“Good handiwork if I do say so myself.” He said with a newly happy tone, having completely forgotten his schedule problem.
He turned, about ready to face the day, but ran smack into something solid.
“Oh… Shit hey I’m sorry.” He said looking up at who he’d bumped into, blushing like a maniac.
Way to go, genius.
Matti wandered the halls blindly, or at least, the way he seemed to stumble around and retrace his steps just about every five seconds made him seem blind as anything. He was holding a small bit of paper in both hands, close to his chest but not so close that he could not read it. Not that he could read it anyway.
He blinked down at the paper again, stopping mid-step.
It was his schedule, well, to be better put, it was once his schedule, it was now reduced to a veritable plethora of doodles. Small stick people and quick figure drawings, loose expressions from classmates, cartoon cats, stars and indefinable creatures covered the oh so important piece of paper, there was even (an admittedly only semi detailed) middle eastern dragon winding its way all around the back.
He huffed his discontent once more.
Way to go, genius.
Logically speaking, if logic were one to win out over Matti that is, he could have just gone down to the office and gotten them to print him a new one, but there were many things stopping him from doing that. Well. Two. One being that he went down there almost every other day because of the exact same reason, and two because he was already in the third building, and was not in the mood to walk all the way to the office.
Logic as well might have told him that it would be a good idea simply to lift the drawings off of the paper, but that could lead to potential disaster, and he knew it. Not only the fact the he likely could not control more than five or six of the doodles at a time, and lord only knows what those little things could get up to without direction, but also the fact that a fair portion of the doodles were simply small hearts with a name inside that he honestly didn’t want the world to see. As if he didn’t have it hard enough. He drew the paper closer to his chest at this thought, paranoia making him look over his shoulder.
He folded the paper carefully, still looking around, edgy as ever, just in case some unexpected person popped up to steal it and announce embarrassing things to the entire school.
He would just have to figure out what class he had by himself.
He probably had it memorized somewhere in the back of his mind.
He searched.
He didn’t.
“I am so screwed.” He muttered darkly. He left something shift and brush his neck, and looked to the polished glass display case beside him to see in his reflection that apparently, likely in his frustration, his hair had of it’s own free will become black and listless, no longer sticking out like ruffled feathers from under his hat. He grinned despite himself. Spontaneous changes were nice sometimes, he could probably get used to hair like this. He ran his fingers through it. He fancied he looked something like Hawk from DRC now. That was always a good thing, Hawk was undeniably adorable. His grin grew as he concentrated on making his hair a tad shorter and a bit more brown, trying to remember that damn stoner’s hair in detail.
“Good handiwork if I do say so myself.” He said with a newly happy tone, having completely forgotten his schedule problem.
He turned, about ready to face the day, but ran smack into something solid.
“Oh… Shit hey I’m sorry.” He said looking up at who he’d bumped into, blushing like a maniac.
