Post by elliot on Jan 4, 2009 14:32:01 GMT 10
Elliot Andrew Hill was bored, very bored. He was stuck in his room, well not stuck persay but he was there and he had no plans. And worst of all he was bored. He really didn't know what he could do today and so he was resigned to staying here in his room, bored. It wasn't so bad. Elliot liked his room, it was simple with white walls and a uniform bed with a semi-mushy mattress. He had silky sheets though, something he enjoyed, a guilty pleasure you could say. His comforter was bland though, something he hoped to change. He really hadn't had the time, but it was on his to do list.
He glanced around his room, studying the walls gazing at the pictures that covered them. Photography was a hobby of his and the fun came from taking the photos. Though he probably didn't seem like the type of person who would be into that, he was, spending much of his time snapping photos of his friends and his surroundings. They coated his wall and it seemed as if he spent hours every day slaving in a dark room to make sure his pictures were perfect. To him digital was almost murder. He liked to use manual, though on occasion he relented to use a digital camera. His parents had purchased him an expensive one for his birthday or Christmas or something. Right now it sat on top of his dresser.
He reached over and pulled a book off of the shelf. It was a thick photoalbum the maid who had worked for their family had constructed. It was filled to the brim with shot after shot of Elliot and his friends, or just his friends. The album was old so there was even a couple shots of him and Cecelia from when they had dated, it made it really old, well not REALLY but still. He was sort of like a girl in his constant photo taking but he didn't care what people said. Elliot was still mostly jock. With a sigh he abandoned the album and grabbed his ball. The abandoned album lay open to a page with a shot of him and Cecelia. It was more recent though from when they were friends.
Absently he tossed the ball in the air, counting for each successful catch. He almost lost his concentration though when someone knocked on the door. Again he sighed, dropping the ball to the ground as he stood. Walking swiftly, he reached the door in seconds and abruptly yanked it open.
"Hello," he said.