Post by DIETRICH WILDE on Aug 25, 2010 20:11:25 GMT -5
• Cause I'm hiding behind this smile
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It wasn’t too late to go home. Even as the thought churned somewhere amongst his other pithy thoughts, Dietrich knew subconsciously that would do nothing to remedy his boredom. Saturday presented the students of Shirosawa Gakuen a reprieve from arduous scholastic activities that most of his peers had the presence of mind to exploit to the fullest extent. However, unlike his fellow students and possibly faculty, Dietrich hardly knew what to do with himself when given the congenial gift of leisure time. The statement rang true for the youth since his last years of Junior High where he had opted to spend his weekends within the confines of his home while his scars healed. The unbroken routine had fallen now to habit and rendered him at a loss of entertainment with his current attendance at the school. Hence why he’d decided to change his practice, however maybe he should’ve let there be a transitional period between lazing about his dormitory and bracing himself against the sluggish flow of society outside of school.
A recap of that morning had Dietrich begrudgingly forcing himself out a very comfortable bed and into a hot shower. A quick breakfast of dry cereal and coffee and an hour spent flipping through the channels on his television had led the boy to think of investing in a new pastime. Thus here he was, hands fisted in the pockets of his jeans and storming the battlefield that was the Kanjou Department Store – hell in disguise if he didn’t know better. The place was a nightmare that had already happened. There were couples in every corner, children flashing in and out of his peripheral, not to mention the heat of stares that dogged the scarred youth as he appraised a world that had left him behind.
Crimson eyes darted from one peculiar or oddly intriguing setting to the next, showing no actual intent in investigating them beyond that of a glance. Electronic stores warranted a moments pause to ghost over the displays before he lost his initial interest and migrated to another store. Rinse. Wash. Repeat to your hearts content. Except his heart was far from pacified as it marched a steady rhythm in tandem to the large black and red Bose Headphones. The music effectively blocked out most of the volume outside of them, securely keeping him detached even when he was brushing shoulders with a girl with four lip rings. FOUR. The only thing to offset his attention from the gaudy silver loops was her audacious pink hair.
As it so happened the girl looked up and did a double take, their eyes meeting briefly before he quickly broke the contact and resumed staring ahead of him. Even still he felt her eyes tracing the discolored mark on his left cheek and hustled off before she thought to start a conversation with him. He shuddered to think of a better form of torture. Home was sounding more and more appealing as he dragged his heels through the building and was starting to seriously consider holing himself up in his dorm until a deep base that rushed through the soles of his shoes and pulsed in his legs caught his attention. What was any department store without a place for the male customers to partake?
Pulling his headset from around his ears he was assaulted by the dull vibrations of intense music and made no attempt to veil his interest. A few minutes later Dietrich was parked outside an arcade stuffed to the gills with all manners of people seeking a burst of entertainment. A smile cracked over his lips as he sauntered in, suddenly not put off by the gathered and easily moving through the throng to where the beat was luring him closer. It was a song he recognized and had on his current rotation of songs. His gaze finally rested on a dance system and he surveyed the trodden console. He’d seen them before but by no means had he thought to own one of his own volition, it seemed too nerdy to have around. But he couldn’t say that it didn’t appeal to him.
He wanted to play, he was man enough to admit it and didn’t shy from the admission as he strode up to the machine that had just been vacated and rummaged around in the pocket of his furred blazer for some quarters before hopping up on the stage.
