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 .E.l.i.j.a.h. Grant R o s e
The dark-haired male finished putting the last shirt into his dresser and brushed off his pants, standing up. Elijah stretched, reaching up his arms to the ceiling, and glanced around at his room. Everything was neat and orderly, his now-empty suitcase placed under his bed, all of his clothes and such stored in their proper places. Elijah pursed his lips, and glanced at his book bag, begore crouching in front of it and reaching into a pocket, withdrawing a pack of cigarettes. The male smirked, withdrawing one stick before returning the box to his bag. He then, once again, straightened up and turned, opening the door to his dorm. "Ahh... I need my lighter..." Elijah turned, grabbed the lighter out of his bag and once again exited the dorm, pulling the door closed behind him.
"Now... Outside." The black-haired male muttered to himself, setting off at a half-brisk pace, his feet scuffing the floors. One hand was in his pocket, the lighter as well, and the other hand was bent upwards a little bit, the thin stick that was his cigarette clasped between his index and middle finger. As he exited the school, Elijah's brown eyes narrowed in the glare from the sun, and a few strands of his hair blew haphazordously. The male scanned the grounds, looking for a place relatively secluded for him to enjoy his cigarette in peace. He decided the wall of the school, a short distance away from where he was, woudl be a good place. Elijah made his way over, putting the cigarette in his mouth and withdrawing the lighter as he walked. He ducked his head and brought the lighter to the tip of the cigarette, flicking the switch once, twice, until it caught. Elijah smiled contentedly, as the smoke encircled his head. He exhaled, blowing it out one side of his mouth, as he reached the wall. He didn't see anyone in particular that he wanted to talk to... hopefully there would be some people though.
Eli leaned against the wall casually, his gaze moving from person to person. It lingered on the pair he had seen on the steps for a moment, before coming to rest on someone who was withdrawing a bass guitar form a case. Elijah scowled. He didn't really have any musical abilities... none whatsoever, actually. He was tone-deaf, and couldn't keep a rhythm to save his life. People who were music onsessed and bragged about it just pissed him off to no ends. Mostly 'cause he was jealous. He looked away, his eyes settling on a pair of... boys? A boy and a girl? Elijah couldn't really tell... one was short and blonde, the other taller with pink in his hair. Well... that's quite an odd pairing, isn't it? Maybe they've got no other friends... Pah. The male continued, passing over a couple that were making out. It was then that he saw a girl with a camera, taking a picture of another guy who looked vaguely familiar. He felt a tiny smile come across his face at the thought of her camera... one of his secret loves was of photography. He had a few good pictures, but not enough to be able to put together something worth showing other people. Elijah sighed, wishing he had his camera here, as to take a few shots. But it was back in his room, and he was in no mood to return and get it. The dark-haired male sighed, exhaling once more, the smoke curling towards the sky before getting caught and blown away by a breeze.
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