Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Oct 19, 2008 15:07:12 GMT -5
She had been keeping to herself for what seemed like ages, hadn't seen anyone... hadn't spoken to anyone much either. Her bag was propped on one of the ledges, she was looking out the window, sitting on the ledge with one leg propped up.
Her hood had been pulled up to hide her face, not doing it in a mysterious manner, but rather because she felt like it. Couldn't some one do something without having much of a reason behind it? Some people walked by and gave her a few pointed stares... all it was doing was fluctuating her already gigantic ego... not that she minded.
With a notebook of parchment in hand and a quill, she began writing down random things on the parchment... some that made absolutely no sense at all. Her writing never meant sense, that was because it was a filter of her mind... and since when was Lucretia's mind ever 'stable'.
She snorted at the word, stability... what did it even mean. Some words were left to never be used... some she wished never existed in the English language... like normal and sane. She scoffed, feeling to high and mighty for words like those, words like that were used for idiots, and she planned on never letting them grace her lips again.
Unaware of anyone as she was too engrossed in writing, Lucretia didn't even acknowledge the few students that she knew who walked by her, she felt she didn't need to waste her time with some of her classmates, they were human like her... and all humans could do was open up their big mouths... not that she minded.. it just fed her ego even more.
Her hood had been pulled up to hide her face, not doing it in a mysterious manner, but rather because she felt like it. Couldn't some one do something without having much of a reason behind it? Some people walked by and gave her a few pointed stares... all it was doing was fluctuating her already gigantic ego... not that she minded.
With a notebook of parchment in hand and a quill, she began writing down random things on the parchment... some that made absolutely no sense at all. Her writing never meant sense, that was because it was a filter of her mind... and since when was Lucretia's mind ever 'stable'.
She snorted at the word, stability... what did it even mean. Some words were left to never be used... some she wished never existed in the English language... like normal and sane. She scoffed, feeling to high and mighty for words like those, words like that were used for idiots, and she planned on never letting them grace her lips again.
Unaware of anyone as she was too engrossed in writing, Lucretia didn't even acknowledge the few students that she knew who walked by her, she felt she didn't need to waste her time with some of her classmates, they were human like her... and all humans could do was open up their big mouths... not that she minded.. it just fed her ego even more.
