Post by lathriel on May 28, 2009 14:52:05 GMT -5
Smoke rose like a chimney from a pair of pink, full lips, drifting out the the hole in the thin pane of glass that was one of the lavatory's few windows. Mr. Vesa had made it on his very first day here. The hole vented the lavatory and allowed him to ash outside. Evidence was near nil. It was a brilliant idea, if Alaric did say so himself... and he did, as he observed the trees dance in the breeze and the grass sway along down below.
Oh how he loved the outdoors, but alas a bathroom break during class allowed him to flee here and smoke with a lesser chance of being caught than dashing out the doors and into the woods as many of students here did to go get whatever their fix was.
Ah how fickle life can be...
Inhale.
...for any moment now someone could come and ruin the silence and tranquility that is this still, lonely, tiled room.
Exhale.
Or perhaps I will find myself able to finish my cigarette...
Inhale.
...and escape back to Mr. Bevoretti's class before he spins an assumption that I've decided to skip his lectures and lessons.
Exhale.
I do enjoy history, but somehow this...
Inhale.
....this silence is so very much better, especially with smoke filling my lungs.
Exhale.
Smoke danced about Alaric's form as his left foot dangled down as he relaxed in the little niche that he often found himself in. It might as well be upholstered for how much time he spent in the stone arch; filling his mind with ideas and the surrounding air with smoke.
Alaric stared at the cigarette dying betweenst his fore and middle fingers, smoldering down to nothingness.
One more couldn't hurt...
He slipped his hand into the pocket that lay inside the breast of his uniform's suit coat, removing a small, eloquent, silver case. He popped it open, removing another cigarette and pressed it between his lips lighting it with cigarette near death in his right before crushing it and shoving it through the hole. He placed the case back in his pocket, grinned as the smoke exited his mouth, and then took to lackadaisically lounging, a soft form of laughter trickling out with the smoke.
"C'est la vie - de belles femmes et les plaisirs du péché... Ah if only I could see some of the girls here..."
Oh how he loved the outdoors, but alas a bathroom break during class allowed him to flee here and smoke with a lesser chance of being caught than dashing out the doors and into the woods as many of students here did to go get whatever their fix was.
Ah how fickle life can be...
Inhale.
...for any moment now someone could come and ruin the silence and tranquility that is this still, lonely, tiled room.
Exhale.
Or perhaps I will find myself able to finish my cigarette...
Inhale.
...and escape back to Mr. Bevoretti's class before he spins an assumption that I've decided to skip his lectures and lessons.
Exhale.
I do enjoy history, but somehow this...
Inhale.
....this silence is so very much better, especially with smoke filling my lungs.
Exhale.
Smoke danced about Alaric's form as his left foot dangled down as he relaxed in the little niche that he often found himself in. It might as well be upholstered for how much time he spent in the stone arch; filling his mind with ideas and the surrounding air with smoke.
Alaric stared at the cigarette dying betweenst his fore and middle fingers, smoldering down to nothingness.
One more couldn't hurt...
He slipped his hand into the pocket that lay inside the breast of his uniform's suit coat, removing a small, eloquent, silver case. He popped it open, removing another cigarette and pressed it between his lips lighting it with cigarette near death in his right before crushing it and shoving it through the hole. He placed the case back in his pocket, grinned as the smoke exited his mouth, and then took to lackadaisically lounging, a soft form of laughter trickling out with the smoke.
"C'est la vie - de belles femmes et les plaisirs du péché... Ah if only I could see some of the girls here..."
