Post by Adam Carter on Nov 9, 2007 14:59:36 GMT -5
Adam was lying flat on his stomach in the middle of his room, with a fairly empty sketch pad in front of him. He had music blaring into his ears from an mp3 player, just loud enough for someone with them not in their ears to make out the lyrics. Tapping his toe on the floor lightly, he was doodling on the paper, though since no inspirational picture was coming to him, it looked like a hectic scribble right now. He was singing to the music, his gaze drifting from the blank white paper as he tried to decide what to put down.
It was quite late at night, pitch black outside and cold, so it had that physically comfortable feeling in the air. He hadn't been at the institute long, and wasn't used to the way things were run, so he had just tried to keep out of the way of people, and tried to keep to his room. Of course once his highs started to kick in again after a few days of being here, he would be one of the most chatty people in the building. That had been one of the things his brother hadn't liked, the fact that Adam would chat like a woman might, to anyone about anything, it had been one of the deciding points to send him here. The moment he started thinking about the lack of good looking guys and gals, at least the ones that he had come into contact with, he pouted. Also he immediately started roughly sketching some hair and a silhouette of a skinny person, the first thoughts of what this person might look like floating around in his head.
Something he had been thinking about for a little while, for him a little while was a few minutes, maybe even half an hour, was that these people seemed to have bad backgrounds. That was partially why he felt a little different, he had a family, a whole family, including a mum, a dad and an older brother. None had died or been abusive, sure his father could be a bit strict, but that was nothing unusual. And still, he had turned out to be a messed up kind of guy, as his brother Graham had to annoyingly put it.
Since it was late enough that he probably should have been in bed, not that he was one ever to stick to curfews or times, he was just wearing a pair of black jogging trousers, the lack of clothing exposing his tattoo of a black, killer rose with thorns in the middle of his back. There were also the ones he had on his forearms, but those were visible nearly all the time, so no change there. Lying not far from him, were his pills that he was supposed to have taken earlier, except he hadn't, being quite clever, though probably not for his own good, he had 'pretended' to take them, and had now chosen to hide them in his bedroom. There was no real reason to why he had done this, it was just something that had randomly come to him, and as usual, he had acted on it.
[/size]It was quite late at night, pitch black outside and cold, so it had that physically comfortable feeling in the air. He hadn't been at the institute long, and wasn't used to the way things were run, so he had just tried to keep out of the way of people, and tried to keep to his room. Of course once his highs started to kick in again after a few days of being here, he would be one of the most chatty people in the building. That had been one of the things his brother hadn't liked, the fact that Adam would chat like a woman might, to anyone about anything, it had been one of the deciding points to send him here. The moment he started thinking about the lack of good looking guys and gals, at least the ones that he had come into contact with, he pouted. Also he immediately started roughly sketching some hair and a silhouette of a skinny person, the first thoughts of what this person might look like floating around in his head.
Something he had been thinking about for a little while, for him a little while was a few minutes, maybe even half an hour, was that these people seemed to have bad backgrounds. That was partially why he felt a little different, he had a family, a whole family, including a mum, a dad and an older brother. None had died or been abusive, sure his father could be a bit strict, but that was nothing unusual. And still, he had turned out to be a messed up kind of guy, as his brother Graham had to annoyingly put it.
Since it was late enough that he probably should have been in bed, not that he was one ever to stick to curfews or times, he was just wearing a pair of black jogging trousers, the lack of clothing exposing his tattoo of a black, killer rose with thorns in the middle of his back. There were also the ones he had on his forearms, but those were visible nearly all the time, so no change there. Lying not far from him, were his pills that he was supposed to have taken earlier, except he hadn't, being quite clever, though probably not for his own good, he had 'pretended' to take them, and had now chosen to hide them in his bedroom. There was no real reason to why he had done this, it was just something that had randomly come to him, and as usual, he had acted on it.
