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 Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 5:55 pm
Oren was horribly, undeniably lost. He always did this, without fail it seemed. The tall teen was just walking to the school's kitchen to try and cook while knitting a bit, and somehow he got turned around. So Oren tried turning around and going back to the dorm to ask around for directions, and lo behold he became even more lost. It was ridiculous how some things tended to get from bad to worse fairly quickly.
The angel sighed as he expertly knitted another scarf, this one a deep emerald color with a complex design purled down the center. His room was starting to become cluttered with his knit items, and he needed to start giving some things away...
But he couldn't quite do that lost could he?
Hm. What a quandary.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 6:11 pm
Hinote wasn't skipping, exactly - maybe trotting was a better word? - from the dorms down to the pantry to get a jar of peanut butter for nefarious purposes. She had taken a rather circuitous rout, the better to keep her peanut buttery mission well under wraps, and wasn't really expecting to see anyone else. Why would anyone else be in this section of the building, if not for nefarious purposes like herself? She stopped a bit short when she saw a teenage boy with knitting needles in his hand.
Investigation was necessary.
"Hi, there!" she said brightly. "Where're you headed?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 6:17 pm
Oren looks up. Oh, a child, splendid. Hopefully they knew where they were going. The teenager stands up to his full height of 6'1, smiling softly at her "I got lost trying to go to the kitchen...It's like looking for a tree in a forest. Do you happen to know where it is?" He continues to knit the scarf, occasionally counting stitches to make sure his pattern was going correctly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:13 pm
"Yeah," Hinote said, still a might suspicous. Why was he taking the circular route?
"We have to go along this hall until it splits, than left at the fork, down the stairs, right along that hallway, down the next stairs, and than across the hall, through the wooden door, and right along that hall until you hit the pan- the kitchen. Why didn't you just go down the main stairs and through the big hall? That would have been a lot easier to get to, you know. Quicker, too. And you could keep your knitting nice."
Hinote paused her stream of words to readjust her stupid knee socks and allow the teen a chance to respond.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 6:01 am
"I will present that question with another question; How direction oriented do you think a person can be when while they were a child, they became lost in their own home?" He scratches the back of his head "I once spent half a day trying to find the way to school, and when I tried to head home I became even more lost...My mother sent the police to find me in the end. Point being, I can't read a map of go to places unless I stumble on them. It's a bit of a problem really...That's why I live in the dorms here."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 7:51 pm
"Jeez-a-whiz, we should get you a map than. Or somewhere less complicated to live. Maybe an apartment. Or a studio apartment, just a main room and a bathroom. Than you would never get lost. Or at least, I don't know how you would."
Hinote started to lead the way to the kitchens, and pondered if she would be able to ditch him at the pantries or not. Hopefully so. No inconvenient questions that way.
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