Post by AlexanderPage on Sept 19, 2014 16:00:51 GMT
Stepping into the airlock, Alex closed the normal wooden door that stood before the opening and then closed the airlock door behind him. As he did there was a hiss as the airlock decontaminated him as he waited for the chime to sound. It did momentarily and he opened the inner airlock door to the sound of the storm raining down outside the mansion. Closing the hatch behind him he slipped his jacket down and threw it over his desk chair as he walked past to the window, looking out over the grounds. A flash in the dim afternoon sky illuminated his room for a moment before a peel of thunder rolled out behind the light show.
Alex stood there a moment, watching the rain drops falling on, merging and sliding down the window as if in a race to the ground. He looked out and sighed gently before moving towards his bed. Looking around the room at his stuff, minimal though it was, still packed in boxes, the room still a room and not yet his room, though the plate on the door, bore his name.
Taking off his mask, he slid it over his head and let it fall to the bed side table as he rubbed his face, his fingers unconsciously tracing the scars on his face that the mask had carved over the years of their bond. Dropping to the bed he lay back. The consideration to pulling off his boots was quickly forgotten in the wave of apathy that washed over him. 'At least the bed is comfy' he found himself thinking. That was a mercy that he had not been use to in most of the last decade.
Looking up at the ceiling simply lay there and listened to the rain falling. The mansion standing an immovable object against in a storm as it had storms past and it would in storms to come. It brought a strange sense of safety to the young man, almost as if Charles himself stood over him and sheltered him as he once had.
Another sigh left his lips as the memory of his mentor and father figure faded from his mind. His hand reaching down into his black jeans pocket and sliding a long thin silver electronic cigarette from. Putting it to his lips it let out a faint light as he quietly breathed in the vapor as he listened to another rolling of thunder pass across the sky. Drawing the vapor in deeper he let it sit for a moment before letting it slowly ploom above him, momentarily clouding his vision as it rose up and away, fading into nothingness as it his the ceiling.
Laying there he wondering how he could possibly teach, lead, how he could stay. He knew he had to, he knew he couldn't go. At least not yet but the wandering spirit does not do well to captivity. And so it was with Alex. As he lay there, thought of the man he should be, what Charles would want him to be. Was it his place to babysit a bunch of kids he didn't even know? Shouldn't he be out there, in the rain, helping those who are lost and alone? Or was that just an excuse, an easy way out.
All he knew for sure was that he was here right now and he would have to deal with that, as it happens.
He thought about that as the rain continued to fall...
Alex stood there a moment, watching the rain drops falling on, merging and sliding down the window as if in a race to the ground. He looked out and sighed gently before moving towards his bed. Looking around the room at his stuff, minimal though it was, still packed in boxes, the room still a room and not yet his room, though the plate on the door, bore his name.
Taking off his mask, he slid it over his head and let it fall to the bed side table as he rubbed his face, his fingers unconsciously tracing the scars on his face that the mask had carved over the years of their bond. Dropping to the bed he lay back. The consideration to pulling off his boots was quickly forgotten in the wave of apathy that washed over him. 'At least the bed is comfy' he found himself thinking. That was a mercy that he had not been use to in most of the last decade.
Looking up at the ceiling simply lay there and listened to the rain falling. The mansion standing an immovable object against in a storm as it had storms past and it would in storms to come. It brought a strange sense of safety to the young man, almost as if Charles himself stood over him and sheltered him as he once had.
Another sigh left his lips as the memory of his mentor and father figure faded from his mind. His hand reaching down into his black jeans pocket and sliding a long thin silver electronic cigarette from. Putting it to his lips it let out a faint light as he quietly breathed in the vapor as he listened to another rolling of thunder pass across the sky. Drawing the vapor in deeper he let it sit for a moment before letting it slowly ploom above him, momentarily clouding his vision as it rose up and away, fading into nothingness as it his the ceiling.
Laying there he wondering how he could possibly teach, lead, how he could stay. He knew he had to, he knew he couldn't go. At least not yet but the wandering spirit does not do well to captivity. And so it was with Alex. As he lay there, thought of the man he should be, what Charles would want him to be. Was it his place to babysit a bunch of kids he didn't even know? Shouldn't he be out there, in the rain, helping those who are lost and alone? Or was that just an excuse, an easy way out.
All he knew for sure was that he was here right now and he would have to deal with that, as it happens.
He thought about that as the rain continued to fall...
