Gabriel Bennet (soave) wrote in meminisse, @ 2011-08-25 22:51:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | character: freddy, character: gabriel, post: thread |
then i'm radio and then i'm television
Who: Gabriel AND YOU (by which I mean this is an open post, uh)
Where: In and around Thornwell
When: Friday, August 26, after classes are over for the day.
What: Gabriel is ramblin' around, as he is wont to do. Come and meet him! :3 I always say any post I am involved in will eventually be at least PG-13, because I have a terrible mouth. :( Although Gabriel does not.
Having survived his first (short) week of Magical College, Gabriel's mission on Friday afternoon is simple. Firstly: he has noticed, in the way that it takes wanting a thing to realize a person doesn't have it, that he is bereft a copy of one of his favorite books, and so rather than flee back to the theater and Known Territory for the weekend immediately, has decided to venture to the bookstore to see if it can be replaced.There is totally a bookstore on the list of Places to Go. There has ALWAYS BEEN a bookstore.
Secondly, he needs a metronome. Somewhere in early adolescence he'd developed the habit of falling asleep to that reliable click and clank; he got himself another one when he got here, earlier in the summer, but what if, in the course of traveling back and forth between the theater and the dorms, he forgets? It's better to be sure, and he is half-aware this may be paranoia, or just disquiet, and touches the medical ID pendant under his shirt the way a Catholic would count rosary beads.
The last task that brings him out is not so simple, maybe because he isn't sure what it is yet. Something--quiet. Pretty. Bright and soft and secret, he'll know it when he sees it, or so he tells himself in a burst of flurried optimism as he passes between buildings. He has always had a talent for paths and shortcuts; this alley, this forgotten little arch, he turns and finds them with an effortlessness that characterizes none of his other movements, walking as he does hunched into a shape less tall than he ought rightfully to be, hands fisted into the pockets of the trousers making up one half of an outfit it is totally, totally necessary to link, and bound, as much as he may tell himself otherwise, for no real time or place, just out for a walk. Like any normal person.
Any normal person at Magical College, yes.
[OOC: feel free to run into him anywhere in Thornwell, he gets around. HURR.]