Post by colorfullycayenne on Feb 8, 2009 14:41:36 GMT 10
if he wants to rock, he rocks;
if he wants to roll, he rolls;
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Stressing like this was not a good idea. Not good. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
Finn had a feeling that he could think this as many times and as vehemently as he wanted at himself and it still wouldn't stop him from stressing just like he was now.
Finn Ellis was jogging purposefully across the grounds, his head down, flaming red hair covering his face. Therefore, if anyone were to come across him, they wouldn't see the way his eyes were closed, his jaw was set, and his lips were bloody from being chewed on.
Honestly, he reflected, he didn't know why he was stressing, actually. Sure, he was brand spanking new to college, not to mention said college was a prestigious arts college, and living away from home in a town that he had, admittedly, visited hundreds of time, but never before moved beyond, much less meeting people actually from outside of the United States! Accents were pretty much a new thing to him, as was living in a big city. Everything just seemed so new and overwhelming and difficult and...
Feeling nervous panic well up inside him again, Finn realized he was glad he wasn't a girl. He realized that he'd probably just be a big, emotional mess; just sniffly, and crying, and screaming all the time.
As it was, he turned his anger, his despair, his emotions into energy and he worked. It was so early in the year - was it just October? It seemed to Finn like he'd both come to Washington University of Arts yesterday and been here all his life - that he didn't actually have any work to do, and, as such, was left with boundless nervous energy and nothing to do. He felt like he was free-falling, like he would never feel calm and at peace again.This meant he did what he always did when he felt like this; he ran.
It was a cold night; a fact that seemed to be emphasized by the cold wind that was pushing his hair directly to the left, and biting through the black trench-coat that, from afar, made his silhouette look surprisingly Snape-esque. It was a good thing that they had the gym in the refect, Finn realized. as he altered his course in that direction, because he was far too much of a wimp to run outside in this weather, and he would have had to pace his room for hours on end or harass the other college residents instead, in order to get rid of his energy, if the gym hadn't been there.
Finally, he arrived at the refect (he recognized the building from the picture in his orientation phamplet even though he'd never actually tried to find the building before), and threw the door open, eager to get out of the cold.
It slammed against the wall ominously; the loud noise made him cringe in the surrounding silence. Sub-conciously trying to dampen the sound of his footsteps as he moved, he read the names above the doors softly. "Dining hall, Re Bar... Re bar?" Finn shook his head at the odd name and continued to read. "The gym!" Finn grinned and headed eagerly towards the room, more than ready to burn off the stress and frustration. He reached towards the door and grabbed the handle, throwing himself backwards as one's body naturally does when one is trying to open a door and expects said door to open. The door, however, didn't budge, and Finn ended up landing quite heavily on the floor, on his rear end.
"Fuck!" Finn cursed, pissed and embarrassed - automatically, he glanced around himself to make sure no one else was there. He stood, and somewhat cautiously advanced once more on then door; now he pulled gingerly on the handle, and was unsurprised to find that it still wouldn't open.
However, of course, once he stood back and actually looked at the door he realized - as he turned bright red - that there was a slot for, obviously, his student key card.
Well, he was just screwed, then, wasn't he?
Finn had been planning to just go out and jog around campus once or twice, not any activity that would require his fucking student key card! Why would he have needed that!? And it was a good ten minute walk back to his dorm.
Well, then again, the whole reason he was here was so he could burn energy...
Oh well. Annoyed, he dropped to sit down, back to the locked door to the gym and head in his hands. Of course, now he was just stressing even more! He'd take just a moment to sit here and feel sorry for himself, and then he'd head back to his dorm. Maybe, if he was lucky, by the time he got back there, anyway, he'd be ready to collapse into bed.
tags!
who? connor!
song? rock & roll - eric hutchinson
other? none.
[/font]Finn had a feeling that he could think this as many times and as vehemently as he wanted at himself and it still wouldn't stop him from stressing just like he was now.
Finn Ellis was jogging purposefully across the grounds, his head down, flaming red hair covering his face. Therefore, if anyone were to come across him, they wouldn't see the way his eyes were closed, his jaw was set, and his lips were bloody from being chewed on.
Honestly, he reflected, he didn't know why he was stressing, actually. Sure, he was brand spanking new to college, not to mention said college was a prestigious arts college, and living away from home in a town that he had, admittedly, visited hundreds of time, but never before moved beyond, much less meeting people actually from outside of the United States! Accents were pretty much a new thing to him, as was living in a big city. Everything just seemed so new and overwhelming and difficult and...
Feeling nervous panic well up inside him again, Finn realized he was glad he wasn't a girl. He realized that he'd probably just be a big, emotional mess; just sniffly, and crying, and screaming all the time.
As it was, he turned his anger, his despair, his emotions into energy and he worked. It was so early in the year - was it just October? It seemed to Finn like he'd both come to Washington University of Arts yesterday and been here all his life - that he didn't actually have any work to do, and, as such, was left with boundless nervous energy and nothing to do. He felt like he was free-falling, like he would never feel calm and at peace again.This meant he did what he always did when he felt like this; he ran.
It was a cold night; a fact that seemed to be emphasized by the cold wind that was pushing his hair directly to the left, and biting through the black trench-coat that, from afar, made his silhouette look surprisingly Snape-esque. It was a good thing that they had the gym in the refect, Finn realized. as he altered his course in that direction, because he was far too much of a wimp to run outside in this weather, and he would have had to pace his room for hours on end or harass the other college residents instead, in order to get rid of his energy, if the gym hadn't been there.
Finally, he arrived at the refect (he recognized the building from the picture in his orientation phamplet even though he'd never actually tried to find the building before), and threw the door open, eager to get out of the cold.
It slammed against the wall ominously; the loud noise made him cringe in the surrounding silence. Sub-conciously trying to dampen the sound of his footsteps as he moved, he read the names above the doors softly. "Dining hall, Re Bar... Re bar?" Finn shook his head at the odd name and continued to read. "The gym!" Finn grinned and headed eagerly towards the room, more than ready to burn off the stress and frustration. He reached towards the door and grabbed the handle, throwing himself backwards as one's body naturally does when one is trying to open a door and expects said door to open. The door, however, didn't budge, and Finn ended up landing quite heavily on the floor, on his rear end.
"Fuck!" Finn cursed, pissed and embarrassed - automatically, he glanced around himself to make sure no one else was there. He stood, and somewhat cautiously advanced once more on then door; now he pulled gingerly on the handle, and was unsurprised to find that it still wouldn't open.
However, of course, once he stood back and actually looked at the door he realized - as he turned bright red - that there was a slot for, obviously, his student key card.
Well, he was just screwed, then, wasn't he?
Finn had been planning to just go out and jog around campus once or twice, not any activity that would require his fucking student key card! Why would he have needed that!? And it was a good ten minute walk back to his dorm.
Well, then again, the whole reason he was here was so he could burn energy...
Oh well. Annoyed, he dropped to sit down, back to the locked door to the gym and head in his hands. Of course, now he was just stressing even more! He'd take just a moment to sit here and feel sorry for himself, and then he'd head back to his dorm. Maybe, if he was lucky, by the time he got back there, anyway, he'd be ready to collapse into bed.
tags!
who? connor!
song? rock & roll - eric hutchinson
other? none.
