06-11-2018, 05:44 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille never put much thought into his room, but then again, he'd never really had a room before the Ascendants. He'd never settled any where for long enough to have a room or a true place to call home, and he'd never really seen the need for one. He wasn't exactly sentimental in nature. As most, he'd dumped his belongings in a random open bedroom, as if he was staying there but not settled there. The only care he put into it was arranging his books in their proper order, but that was all.
It seemed that others actually cared for their rooms, though. Hazel had spent quite a few days designing hers, and he noticed that a lot of the newcomers would disappear very briefly after joining, emerging later from their rooms in triumph. It was... interesting. He guessed. He didn't really care one way or another, but it was a trend, and that was information. Possibly interesting information. Whatever.
He was buzzed enough not to feel anything at the sight of Luna -- she was probably the least of his concerns in terms of angry Clanmates, but still, she was his mentor and even she had chosen Margy over him -- but not enough to forget that he was avoiding her, in part. He stopped with August between them, a mild buffer, and drawled idly, "We could have given you windows if you wanted them, but I guess that's a little beyond the point now." Maybe he didn't need sunlight, just light light. Again: whatever.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSIt seemed that others actually cared for their rooms, though. Hazel had spent quite a few days designing hers, and he noticed that a lot of the newcomers would disappear very briefly after joining, emerging later from their rooms in triumph. It was... interesting. He guessed. He didn't really care one way or another, but it was a trend, and that was information. Possibly interesting information. Whatever.
He was buzzed enough not to feel anything at the sight of Luna -- she was probably the least of his concerns in terms of angry Clanmates, but still, she was his mentor and even she had chosen Margy over him -- but not enough to forget that he was avoiding her, in part. He stopped with August between them, a mild buffer, and drawled idly, "We could have given you windows if you wanted them, but I guess that's a little beyond the point now." Maybe he didn't need sunlight, just light light. Again: whatever.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]