Rufus Byrne (riotous_touch) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-01-21 15:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | kimberly, rufus |
Week Two: Wednesday
Who: Kim and Rufus
When: Directly after Inner Beast Control
Where: The Halls of Halcyon
The second week of school, was proving to be far less eventful, than the previous one. Granted, it was only Wednesday, and he's been spending a great deal of time in his dorm. Practicing his guitar, not surprising. But was surprising, was that he had been worrying about his clothes. Every day jeans, t-shirt, trainers, and a jacket were fine. For this weekend though... going out for drinks. The normal get up wouldn't do. Problem was, he didn't have much else, and there weren't many people at the school, the same height he was. Therefore, he couldn't exactly ask to burrow a nice button, or something.
Rufus would have to settle for his least patched up close for the.... well... He wouldn't call it a date, because he didn't think it was. Not because he didn't want it to be, but because he honestly did not know. What did she think it was? Blimey, he was confused, and nervous. He never got nervous, not Rufus. The calm bloke, that was almost zin like. Well, maybe he wasn't that calm, but damn close.
That whole event aside, he was finding his classes more, and more interesting. Supernatural history seemed to be confirming quite a few of the Indian folklore, which he had heard back home. No wonder those people believed in it so adamantly, it was all true. It gave a better picture, to what people may have been thinking, and experiencing, when some of the ancient text had been written. Italian was quite nice as well. He'd never gotten than hang of local dialect back home, he could understand it, just not speak it. Italian seemed to be his forte though. Maybe he would go to Italy one day. Actually, he was fairly sure he would, he had the strongest urge to travel the world, before returning home. He was young after all, so why not?
Then you had inner beast control. Rufus was trying to be optimistic about it all, seeing that it was only the second week, but... well, he'd been shifting for years, and wasn't so sure he'd be able to harness the type of control, that the professor spoke about. Maybe it would come with time, maybe he had more control, than he was giving himself credit for. Sighing heavily, he followed the crowd from the room, his hands tucked into the pockets of his worn, baggy jeans. The next full moon would be interesting.