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Post by dear ♥ desolate on Jun 29, 2007 8:15:50 GMT -5
[Keep quiet]
[Nothing comes as easy as you]
[Can I lay, in your bed, all day?]
It was a good thing that the cafeteria was always open at this school. Or, the admins of Lakeland High would have had to ring in the mourge, because Damien Anderson couldn't live without his chai.
Yes, you heard me right. Chai, as in chai tea. Shut up, it's tasty, okay?!
The small boy sipped said chai thoughtfully and rested his raven head on one spindly hand, the other hand falling to rest gracefully on the scarred sheet of paper before him. He had erased the lines made by his charcoal so many times the paper had that rumpled look of amateur sketchers. He sighed, and reached his spidery fingers toward the pad, carefully tearing out the sheet of paper and crumpling it up, loving the sound of the slow destroying of his drawing. He set it aside and stared at the fresh sheet, almost afraid to put the tip of his charcoal to the paper for fear of ruining it.
Postponing the inevitable start of yet another version of the sketch he was attempting, Dae cradled his mug of peppermint chai in his hands and took a sip, smiling faintly at the aroma. He was a calm being, and chai calmed him further. In fact, after his second or third cup, he became so calm he nearly fell over with the calmness of it all. Setting the floral cup on the tabletop again, Dae ran a hand through his messy ebon hair and glanced at the large clock positioned conveniently on the wall opposite him.
3:23 AM. Hmm. He glanced around the eerily empty cafeteria, past the big double swinging doors, past the endless array of tables and chairs, past the shuttered window where the lunch-ladies toiled. He had tottered down here, unable to sleep, clutching his favourite mug and his box of teabags, and had boiled himself a lovely cup of pure relaxant. Pairing it with a blank pad of paper and a piece of charcoal, and Dae was in utter heaven. Long legs crossed themselves beneath him, in navy blue pyjama pants. Hiding underneath were his Spiderman boxers, but nobody needed to know that. Covering his scrawny torso was a light blue shirt zipped under a navy jacket.
Dae was struck by inspiration and carefully, gently, as to not let the idea fly out of his head via his ears, he leaned down and sketched a soft outline with his charcoal. After a few minutes of tentative lines and quick flicks of the wrist, Dae sat back at beamed at the skeleton of his drawing. It was a series he was starting, little forest children. This one was a little flower girl, holding hands with a little leaf boy. The thing about the drawing was, they didn't have faces. He looked at it critically.
Maybe he needed more chai.
[I'll be your best kept secret]
[And your biggest mistake]
[The hand behind this pen relieves a failure every day]
[OOC__ Gah, so good and then it just like... died at the end.]
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