The breeze was supple through the leaves, still full of life and untouched by the coming fall. The daylight burned into every corner of the world, tearing through drapes, slithering through cracks in doors and up onto the walls of every sanctuary. He hissed as the first rays of dawn had broken into his sanctum, but finally he could no longer take it. Throwing the sheets from his form he turned and settled on the edge of the bed with a sigh, even in the drape strangled light of his room he squinted.
He looked at the clock and realized he had hours before he had to be at the Merridian High Compound. He wrapped himself in clothes that were to large for him, a dress shirt that was unbuttoned over a T-shirt that read : "Vith'os". Baggy jeans with runic symbology down the sides he had embroidered himself. It was more for show than anything else, although he had enchanted them with ever-clean-ness as an experiment. The only problem is that they repelled water, and so were still slightly stiff and smelled of the Mall. He lifted his backpack, he had read the first five chapters of all of his school books, it was out of sheer boredom that he had resulted to such exploits.
But, it was a good lesson. He'd turned Dr. Pepper into snot and left it for a mindless jock to drink at the Mall a few days ago, the expression had been priceless. Unfortunately, Matron had gotten wind of his trick and he had been forced to promise not to use Magic for a week. Luckily, today was the last day and he was able to start casting once more.
He closed the door and wrote a small rune over the knob, it was a simple Mage lock spell that he'd augmented. Unless they knew the rune, he didn't realize it, but Matron had watched him write the spell and could easily dispel the lock. But, it gave him a sense of security into his Lions Den. Down the hallway he went and down the stairs, he passed the Matrons Male, and gave a slight nod to him. He had always wanted to be called Father, but it wasn't until the past ten years that he had obliged the man.
"Father." And a nod of the head was given in greeting to the man as they passed.
"Erule." He said as he passed into the bathroom where he would spend the next half hour of the day, doing whatever he did in the morning. Erule made his way from the foot of the stairs into the dining room. Breakfast was laid out and the Matron looked up and immediately lost her temper. Her pale eyes flashing crimson as she pointed at the shirt he wore.
"Erule... For all that is good. If you wear that shirt out, you better be moving out because there is no way I'm going to let you wear that to your first day of school. Go upstairs and change, or I swear I will change it into a pink shirt and force you to wear it or go naked."
Erule sighed, and dropped his backpack down onto the ground at his feet. He reached into it and drew out a red shirt that had a symbol of Alchemy on it for "Blood", he held it up and said. "Is this all right then?" When she nodded he pulled the shirt off and dropped it into his backpack, but the Matron quickly walked across the room and snatched it up from his backpack, proceeding to throw it into the garbage with a sigh.
"Sometimes I don't know what to do with you Erule... "
Erule moved over to the table and set the backpack under his chair with a confident smile. "Feed me?"
She laughed and gave a conceding nod, drawing out the massive breakfast from the kitchen to set at the table. They were all early risers, mainly because of light sensitivity, but Matron always seemed to be up and ready for anything. Its why Erule respected her and didn't resent her. Through breakfast they talked little, occasionally Jellar, or "Father" as he liked to be called, would ask about after school activities, Blitz Ball especially and Erule would shake his head and disappointedly bring up interest in martial arts and fencing, or alchemy and rune casting, the two classes he was very interested in this year. Advanced Combat would be useful, he felt comfortable with daggers, but he wanted to be able to throw better and that's what he was hoping to learn this year. He finished and still had time to blow, so instead of waiting for a rid from Jellar, he decided to walk to school.
He was out the door, adoptive parents casting hopeful glances and wishful words after him, he grabbed up a loose red windbreaker with a reversed pentacle on his way out. He immediately pulled out his sunglasses and MP3 player hiding in the depths of the earphones and tinted glass. He adjusted the massive headphones to encompass the point of his ear and all. There were no real good headphones that were made for Elven or Drow ears and it had always annoyed him, so instead he bought the largest and most expensive ones to simply completely cover them.
He listened to the latest in Indie music, An all Drow death metal band, back to back with NIN. He also tried listening to some of the Elven Music his mother had given him, but he ended up simply skipping it and moving back to NIN and the Death Metal. He wandered the streets, hands in his pockets and felt some cash snuck into his clothing by the Matron. He smiled slightly and moved through the streets, the entire time digital voices echoed through his sensitive ears. He made his way towards the school and found that he had arrived a half an hour earlier than the school actually started.
With an annoyed sigh he began to move towards the Magic Department. He rolled the backpack under his arm and began to unzip it to find his class schedule, but the entire leather bottom of the pack tore open beneath the weight of his tomes and random items. Quick hands lashed out and saved the two things that were important, a Game Boy Advance was palmed and his 30G MP3 player that was nearing capacity. He had both in palm as the contents of his backpack spilled out onto the floor in the empty hallway. His doodles, stories and poems scattered in every direction, as did his pencils, books and any other random item he had hidden in his pack.
He dropped to his knee's and pulled off his jacket, setting it on the ground to gather his items in. He sighed heavily, both electronic gadgets slipping into his pockets as he pulls the headphones down. He mutters the entire time.
"Don't Enchant your backpack Erule, you don't need too. It might interfere with any projects you're working on for school Erule, you know your Shadow Weave is unreliable Erule... Well. So is shoddy workmanship... I wonder what third world country this piece of crap was made in."
He did not notice anyone approach, and would continue on his way to gather up his things in his jacket if no one approached.
((Open to any and all! Well, save for the unconscious guy. *grins*))