Matthew "Matt" Prept (![]() ![]() @ 2012-03-16 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {gale hawthorne, {matt prept |
Who: Matt Prept and Open
What: Matt walks and thinks, or tries not to.
Where: all along the halls.
When: Friday night
Warnings/Ratings: TBD
Status: Narrative or Open and Ongoing
Matt walked and around him, the walls shivered, and the floor and ceiling bowed, then snapped back. All of them started to talk, but found themselves muted. For Matt, right now, felt muted. His excitement and his joy for this sea trip was gone. He felt like everything was getting less. Less fun, less good, less happy.
Matt walked along, his rollerblades slung in a bag back in his room, and his steps trudging. Ahead of him, car doors opened, and behind him, they slammed, and he heard and noticed nothing. Matt was young, and yet, he felt like he had lived through a lot. Maybe he didn't know everything, and maybe there were things he wasn't ready for yet, but honestly, he was glad of it. he was frankly, glad to be who and what he was.
Matt walked through the cars, not seeing people, and not meaning to be rude, but walking without purpose, and without thought. He'd managed to walk the length of the car one way, then back, and and was headed back again from the last car. Video games, movies, and even rollerblading seemed like blah to him, tonight. He just wanted... well, he had no idea. Right now? he wanted the trip to be over, and the train to be landing somewhere interesting. Somewhere that he could grab something, and leave, and get lost until departure time. Somewhere else than where he was now.
And so Matt walked, and where he went, the walls and little things moved, as if alive, and did not quite speak.