- Report Post
- Posted: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 22:46:56 +0000
▇▇▇▇ ▪ ❃ I__WILL__ⒷⓇⒺⒶⓀ __ϻу__( h e s i t a t i o n )
Campbell took his shirt off to washed his face and used the mirror in his room to fix his hair. Because the tea was so thin it was, like the rug downstairs, pretty easy to clean. Now he just smelled of rosemary, although that wasn't something Campbell particularly minded. He looked into the mirror, taking a step back, and found his eyes trailing to his pale chest. He frowned, shoulders sagging a bit, when he realized his clavicle wasn't sticking out as much as it had before. Did this mean he gained weight? The idea troubled him and he turned to the side, looking to see if his ribs showed when he moved his arms. It took him a moment to realize what he was doing and he sighed and put his clothes back on. He had gotten this under control, hadn't he? It just bothered him that he hadn't eaten anything in twelve hours and he still seemed larger than yesterday. He'd have to work on that, then.
Making sure he was dressed appropriately once more, Campbell found his way to his diary. He opened it to a new page, marked the date, and quickly began to write about Quinn's latest antics and about the previous night. He even wrote down what had happened in the kitchen, though he found himself scribbling out words because he didn't like how it sounded. Really, he just didn't like making Quinn seem like he offered any advice. His diary was pretty much a Quinn-hate book, so suddenly making him out to be a hero was out of the question. After a few long moments Campbell set the book down and began headed out into the hall again. He collected the breakfast platter from Bowen's room and headed into the kitchen. He bypassed the study completely, not even bothering to peer in.
Seeing all the food sickened Campbell so he quickly disposed of it, then set the platter and plates and other items down into the sink. He looked up, out the window, and saw someone entering the stable on their horse. Ah. Master Thorne was back, then.
_____________________________________Feeling myself being pushed back into a corner
_____________________________________I ran away from the reality that was right before my eyes
_____________________________________Without knowing bitter blood and jealously, I was bound by an invisible restraint
_____________________________________I needed to see for myself that tomorrow only I can create
_____________________________________Because I can't just sit idly by
_____________________________________And timidly shrug away my future
↳ 〖location: Room > Kitchen〗〖With: Himself〗 〖mood: Working〗
----------████ █ I WILL OVERCOME ALL, WHATEVER MY WEAKNESS