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Characters: Leon and Sibyl Setting: Sonnier common area, evening Content: SFW, all that Summary: Leon is minding his manners as best he can this week, sticking to himself (and Addy when she demands it). He's not been feeling to hot lately, on top of it. Thus he's skipping out on the game. It was nice having the building to yourself, or mostly to yourself. With over ninety percent of the dorm at the game, cheering their house team on, it was as good as empty in that place. It made sneaking into the kitchen area to heat up burrito's and then flopping in a huge, comfortable chair in the commons area rather relaxing. He even brought a book, Frisk by Dennis Cooper, which he settled down to read in the soft lamp light of the room. For the first time in a while, Leon felt at home with himself, having neither succumbed to the desire to be high, nor to drink himself into a stupor. It was an unusually calm moment for him, be it the simple solitude of the dorms, or the warm burrito he nibbled on from time to time. Or maybe it was the fact that he was reading a book for something other than class, and that despite the book cover that cleverly masked what book it was, he wasn't worried about what others would see and think. At least not right now. His cellphone sat on the table next to him as he tossed a leg over one chair arm. His ipod was playing a selection of instrumental arrangements, as he tapped his foot against the air. Tonight was a good night, there was no doubt in his mind about that. Tags: !incomplete, leon shaw, sibyl ballantyne
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With pretty much everyone being gone for the game, Sibyl suspected that the common room was going to be empty. Normally she went to some of the Quodpot games, and Sonnier's at least, but she hadn't been feeling so hot that morning and decided to take it easy. The last thing she needed was for something to happen while she was surrounded by a whole bunch of people. With a book in hand, something she was rereading for at least the third time, Sibyl headed down towards the room she figured would be empty. She found herself surprised when she reached it, though, finding that someone else had decided to take the advantage that night. She hadn't seen Leon around much and while they were friends, they weren't necessarily close, so she didn't usually seek him out unless absolutely necessary. Or if she was absolutely bored. The redhead made her way over to the couch, giving her fellow classmate plenty of room, and took a seat on the end closest to him. It was possible he was in no mood to chat at all, but she placed herself where she did just in case. Even so, she offered him a light smile as she crossed one leg over the other and set the book down for the moment. "I see I'm not the only one still hanging around here." |
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"Didn't much far for American football to start," he added with a grin, looking at her book carefully. He'd never been one for fantasy novels, though he sometimes flipped through their pages. Swords and magic wasn't really that far of a leap from their reality, which made it much harder to enjoy. Particularly when he took exception to how magic users generally went about their business.
He looked back at his book, though, snorting a little. "Uh, nothing much. Just some book my grandmother sent. You know, one you can't find over here in the States." Which was an utter lie. He'd found it at a large chained book store and thumbed through it before going home to order it online. He didn't even understand why possessed him to buy it, seeing that nothing in the story held any particular interest. And it was horribly graphic, enough so that he sometimes quit reading because he felt uneasy.
"Bit graphic, really," he said after a bit. "Don't even know why I keep reading. Just...can't seem to stop myself."
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"I guess." He mused for a moment in silence. He wasn't really much of a chatter, he hadn't been since his first year in Upper Academy, but for some reason he felt chatty right now.
"My uncle was part of the War back in England, you know." He said after a moment, "my mum hates him for it, but I guess it was just one of those things. He was always a dark wizard, half of Europe has dark wizards in their family..." That was a bit rambly, he realized, shaking his head as he sat up and moved his legs around in front of him.
"What I mean, is...it just seems like here are more bad than good in the world." He frowned a little, before laughing softly at himself, "makes that whole 'it gets better' slogan seem rather stupid, yeah?"
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