SpookySquid
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- Posted: Mon, 03 Sep 2012 04:58:57 +0000
☞Mickey "Mick" Kirk☜
〖 Mood/Feels:Confused | Where:School | With: No One〗
This was Mick's second year at Emerson, and he still wasn't used to it. It was still next to impossible for him to understand anyone. Bleeding Americans, with their accents and silly slang. Of course... They all probably thought his own slang was strange, so that was why he tried to conform. The accent was still there, but Mick desperately clung to the English language he thought he knew so well.
Looking down at his map, he looked it over, trying to figure out where his dorm room was. The building was impossible to find. Most wouldn't think that, but he had been wandering for what, ten minutes now? This map must have been wonky. The brown haired male looked around, to see where he was, and found himself in the garden. With all of his bags. Wonderful. With a heavy sigh, Mick sat down on the nearest bench, letting all of his things fall to the ground around him. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, as well as a lighter, and lit up. At least Mick had his cigarettes to calm him...
Taking a deep drag from the cigarette, he looked around, trying to find something familiar. Now that he was sitting, he noticed that there weren't all that many people wandering around, either. Either it was too early for most to be out and at school, or he was here on the wrong day. Mick wouldn't doubt being here too early. "Fookin' dobber, ye'are, Mickey...." Maybe he should have done a bit more research about when the first day of school was, rather than looking back at an old calendar they had given, the year before.... The boy shook his head at his own stupidity. Hopefully things would be in his favor.
Looking down at his map, he looked it over, trying to figure out where his dorm room was. The building was impossible to find. Most wouldn't think that, but he had been wandering for what, ten minutes now? This map must have been wonky. The brown haired male looked around, to see where he was, and found himself in the garden. With all of his bags. Wonderful. With a heavy sigh, Mick sat down on the nearest bench, letting all of his things fall to the ground around him. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, as well as a lighter, and lit up. At least Mick had his cigarettes to calm him...
Taking a deep drag from the cigarette, he looked around, trying to find something familiar. Now that he was sitting, he noticed that there weren't all that many people wandering around, either. Either it was too early for most to be out and at school, or he was here on the wrong day. Mick wouldn't doubt being here too early. "Fookin' dobber, ye'are, Mickey...." Maybe he should have done a bit more research about when the first day of school was, rather than looking back at an old calendar they had given, the year before.... The boy shook his head at his own stupidity. Hopefully things would be in his favor.
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