Post by Lance Stryker on Sept 28, 2015 21:24:55 GMT -5
[Hexx Ravier]
Lance felt lonely. He knew next to no one in the city. The only interaction he had truly had in the school had been people forcing him to do things he did not want to do or bullies chasing him for refusing their demands. His dorm was a run down mess that was barely habitable, so he tried to stay out of his dorm most of the time. But walking around near campus was a good way to get into trouble, so he had to find some hobby or activity that might hide him from delinquents. Plus the mixture of near constant high levels of both boredom and fear was starting to wear him down. He needed a safe outlet.
Although he hated to turn to the school, there were little other choice for a man of his age and financial status. He looked around the many different school options. Clubs that he might find interesting. His poor athletic ability immediately ruled out sport – he wanted to avoid the bullies, not enter their prime territory.
Drama? Sure. Why not. Could perhaps help with the lights or something along the lines of that. Might grant him a few acquaintances that didn't just exploit him. He supposed that was better than nothing. He made his way to the drama club, easy to find as it was close to the stage and entered the room when he heard voices inside. The room could have been rather spacious if it was not for the many boxes stacked upon one another. He saw different themed and colored clothes stick out from a box here and there. Years of collected costumes, most likely. In the corner he saw a rather large corner couch in the with a old table between the two sections of the couch. A few people were there already. They looked up at the newcomer. Some with interest, some with no discernible reaction.
Oh god, this is worse than I thought. His anxiety began to rise. Perhaps he should just back out of there before it got too embarrassing for him. One began to speak. A question. The most obvious one considering his presence. He began to answer himself, too low at first and was met with a ”Speak up!”
”I'd like to join the club!” He finally managed to say. The two girls snickered a little at his insanely fast pace of talking. Redness colored his cheeks. But the boy who had asked him the question seemed to be unfazed by the rapidity of his speech and offered him a welcome.
Lance felt lonely. He knew next to no one in the city. The only interaction he had truly had in the school had been people forcing him to do things he did not want to do or bullies chasing him for refusing their demands. His dorm was a run down mess that was barely habitable, so he tried to stay out of his dorm most of the time. But walking around near campus was a good way to get into trouble, so he had to find some hobby or activity that might hide him from delinquents. Plus the mixture of near constant high levels of both boredom and fear was starting to wear him down. He needed a safe outlet.
Although he hated to turn to the school, there were little other choice for a man of his age and financial status. He looked around the many different school options. Clubs that he might find interesting. His poor athletic ability immediately ruled out sport – he wanted to avoid the bullies, not enter their prime territory.
Drama? Sure. Why not. Could perhaps help with the lights or something along the lines of that. Might grant him a few acquaintances that didn't just exploit him. He supposed that was better than nothing. He made his way to the drama club, easy to find as it was close to the stage and entered the room when he heard voices inside. The room could have been rather spacious if it was not for the many boxes stacked upon one another. He saw different themed and colored clothes stick out from a box here and there. Years of collected costumes, most likely. In the corner he saw a rather large corner couch in the with a old table between the two sections of the couch. A few people were there already. They looked up at the newcomer. Some with interest, some with no discernible reaction.
Oh god, this is worse than I thought. His anxiety began to rise. Perhaps he should just back out of there before it got too embarrassing for him. One began to speak. A question. The most obvious one considering his presence. He began to answer himself, too low at first and was met with a ”Speak up!”
”I'd like to join the club!” He finally managed to say. The two girls snickered a little at his insanely fast pace of talking. Redness colored his cheeks. But the boy who had asked him the question seemed to be unfazed by the rapidity of his speech and offered him a welcome.