Post by Odin Reeves on May 23, 2007 6:54:55 GMT 1
Above the hustle and bustle of the ground floor, perched on top the rooms built in simultaneous order was the roof of one of the dorms on campus. Spread out over a small area of surface there was a small section of organic matter. It was a strange sight to behold, should anyone discover it, but up until now only one body had laid eyes upon it, nurtured it, helped it growth. Of course, it wasn’t always there, the area had been just another section of the roof up until the time one of Hircine’s students needed a break from his average routine.
-Several weeks back-
Working his way up each and every flight of stairs a senior at one of the most prominent high schools was being swept away in a wave of adrenaline. When he left his room he had no clue of his destination, no particular mindset on what he wished to find. He was moving, upward, literally – not symbolically – continually triumphing over the physical domination handed to obese characters each and every day. His path was set, the emotionless ways of white guiding his way as he passed moved past the next floor, en-route for the top. When he reached the top his path was blocked, a door – locked – remained in his way. He had no key, but unlike the rest of the building this was an old fashion deadbolt, not electronic like his room. He held the knob, pushed off, and drove his shoulder into the wood-and-steel combination. Thunk. Thunk, Thunk. Whoosh. Wind swept through his hair and over his face as he breathed in the delight of nature, his lunges expanding to meet the fresh texture with no visible form.
It was calm, peaceful on top of roof, as though prohibited to all but him. He felt invited, welcomed to watch the orange clad sky slowly sink into a star covered blanket known as night. With no where to be he simply stood there, the door wide open as a breeze rolled past his body. He grinned, enjoying the ever-fresh texture of the air. He could nearly taste it; San Francisco had a sweet taste to it.
The next couple of nights preceded the same, then nights turned into afternoons, afternoons into lunch breaks, lunch breaks into early morning retreats. It seemed that if he wasn’t out running, training, or stuck in a class he was up on that roof. He was the only one who ever went up, only one who had been invited to the enjoy the essence of peace and freedom unknown to the life of a high school student.
After a week had progressed and his mentality had calmed down from that of a raging beast in need of an adrenaline packed fight, the young mans mind began to drift from thoughts of fighting to perusing other hobbies. That morning on his usual run he stopped by a magazine stand, picking up a few different types that showed different hobbies. He flipped through them during breakfast, noting a restaurant in Vegas that had a tower of wine over three stories tall. To reach most of the bottles they were hoisted up on harnesses, as though they were climbing a mountain. What a sight that would be, and in a few years he’d have to travel to the city of casino’s and dine with his first taste of expensive wine.
Aside from the tower of wine nothing caught his eye, which is until he turned one of the magazines over and read an ad on the back. It seemed completely unlike him, but that was half the point of trying something new. That day he headed out and purchased the supplies needed.
On top of the roof he laid out his supplies. He had two containers, about 3 feet long each, filled past the brim with dirt filled with nutrients. One by one he plucked a seed from each packet and placed them in the instructed distance from one another, alternating every other seed until he no longer had room on either tray to continue. He watered the seeds, the proceeded to head back to his dorm to wash up.
Over the next couples of weeks he watered the seeds, as recommended, and enjoyed his time atop the roof. He had moved on from just enjoying the view to bringing a book with him. He had just started reading the ‘Harry Potter’ series after watching the newest movie on a borrowed T.V. and DVD player.
- Wednesday, May 23 -
School had let out roughly thirty minutes ago and as usually Odin had disappeared from public view, most likely retreating to his dorm to be alone. Unknown to his fellow floor 5 neighbors, as well as everyone else in Hircine high; he was proceeding to the top of his dorm building. He jimmied the lock, finding it was getting stuck more often the not, then stepped out onto the surface of the roof. His eyes closed, arms raised wide as a deep breath rushed through his body. It was his time to relax, enjoy his alone time and proceed with the final chapter of the 6th Harry Potter book. He strolled over to his flowers, his eyes already skimming the pages of the open book while carrying a bottle of water.
He ‘plopped’ himself down, placed the book page down on the roof, then filled a watering pale up with the bottle of fresh store-bought liquid. He was just about to water the soil when he noticed the tray’s line with orange and red pedals. They stemmed up, only a small bit, but had begun to blossom and show their beauty. Honestly he was surprised at the current outcome, never had he expected for flowers to bloom, despite his near-constant nurture. Guess it was just a type of therapy in a way.
Beaming with pride as the proof of his green thumb began to sprout he watered the flowers with a gentle twist of his wrist. The air was still, the sun was beaming, and his flowers were drinking. Everything was peaceful, relaxing, Zen like. It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps in the stairway caught his attention that he realized that he had forgotten to close and block the door as he usually did. A small wave of fear crept over him as he stared blankly toward the side of the open door. He was going to be exposed, his haven taken away… But the question stung through his fear, making him ruffle his brow in thought.
‘Who else would think to come here?’
-Several weeks back-
Working his way up each and every flight of stairs a senior at one of the most prominent high schools was being swept away in a wave of adrenaline. When he left his room he had no clue of his destination, no particular mindset on what he wished to find. He was moving, upward, literally – not symbolically – continually triumphing over the physical domination handed to obese characters each and every day. His path was set, the emotionless ways of white guiding his way as he passed moved past the next floor, en-route for the top. When he reached the top his path was blocked, a door – locked – remained in his way. He had no key, but unlike the rest of the building this was an old fashion deadbolt, not electronic like his room. He held the knob, pushed off, and drove his shoulder into the wood-and-steel combination. Thunk. Thunk, Thunk. Whoosh. Wind swept through his hair and over his face as he breathed in the delight of nature, his lunges expanding to meet the fresh texture with no visible form.
It was calm, peaceful on top of roof, as though prohibited to all but him. He felt invited, welcomed to watch the orange clad sky slowly sink into a star covered blanket known as night. With no where to be he simply stood there, the door wide open as a breeze rolled past his body. He grinned, enjoying the ever-fresh texture of the air. He could nearly taste it; San Francisco had a sweet taste to it.
The next couple of nights preceded the same, then nights turned into afternoons, afternoons into lunch breaks, lunch breaks into early morning retreats. It seemed that if he wasn’t out running, training, or stuck in a class he was up on that roof. He was the only one who ever went up, only one who had been invited to the enjoy the essence of peace and freedom unknown to the life of a high school student.
After a week had progressed and his mentality had calmed down from that of a raging beast in need of an adrenaline packed fight, the young mans mind began to drift from thoughts of fighting to perusing other hobbies. That morning on his usual run he stopped by a magazine stand, picking up a few different types that showed different hobbies. He flipped through them during breakfast, noting a restaurant in Vegas that had a tower of wine over three stories tall. To reach most of the bottles they were hoisted up on harnesses, as though they were climbing a mountain. What a sight that would be, and in a few years he’d have to travel to the city of casino’s and dine with his first taste of expensive wine.
Aside from the tower of wine nothing caught his eye, which is until he turned one of the magazines over and read an ad on the back. It seemed completely unlike him, but that was half the point of trying something new. That day he headed out and purchased the supplies needed.
On top of the roof he laid out his supplies. He had two containers, about 3 feet long each, filled past the brim with dirt filled with nutrients. One by one he plucked a seed from each packet and placed them in the instructed distance from one another, alternating every other seed until he no longer had room on either tray to continue. He watered the seeds, the proceeded to head back to his dorm to wash up.
Over the next couples of weeks he watered the seeds, as recommended, and enjoyed his time atop the roof. He had moved on from just enjoying the view to bringing a book with him. He had just started reading the ‘Harry Potter’ series after watching the newest movie on a borrowed T.V. and DVD player.
- Wednesday, May 23 -
School had let out roughly thirty minutes ago and as usually Odin had disappeared from public view, most likely retreating to his dorm to be alone. Unknown to his fellow floor 5 neighbors, as well as everyone else in Hircine high; he was proceeding to the top of his dorm building. He jimmied the lock, finding it was getting stuck more often the not, then stepped out onto the surface of the roof. His eyes closed, arms raised wide as a deep breath rushed through his body. It was his time to relax, enjoy his alone time and proceed with the final chapter of the 6th Harry Potter book. He strolled over to his flowers, his eyes already skimming the pages of the open book while carrying a bottle of water.
He ‘plopped’ himself down, placed the book page down on the roof, then filled a watering pale up with the bottle of fresh store-bought liquid. He was just about to water the soil when he noticed the tray’s line with orange and red pedals. They stemmed up, only a small bit, but had begun to blossom and show their beauty. Honestly he was surprised at the current outcome, never had he expected for flowers to bloom, despite his near-constant nurture. Guess it was just a type of therapy in a way.
Beaming with pride as the proof of his green thumb began to sprout he watered the flowers with a gentle twist of his wrist. The air was still, the sun was beaming, and his flowers were drinking. Everything was peaceful, relaxing, Zen like. It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps in the stairway caught his attention that he realized that he had forgotten to close and block the door as he usually did. A small wave of fear crept over him as he stared blankly toward the side of the open door. He was going to be exposed, his haven taken away… But the question stung through his fear, making him ruffle his brow in thought.
‘Who else would think to come here?’
