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EquinoxSol
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Edgar sat beneath the tree in the courtyard, writing in his journal, trying to come up with something dastardly or dark, like his original might have done. As part of his homework, he had to write a piece of dark literature each week, and he hated it. The writing wasn't so bad, but he found that he had nothing to write about! After so long, simply writing about ravens, disease, and just being dastardly and dark got old. And, maybe, it was conditioning him to become the next Edgar Allen Poe, as his teachers liked to joke, but he didn't care. Hell, after he graduated, he wanted to go to college to become a physicist, or a doctor, but every time he told someone, they would look him up and down before laughing. Totally not worth the time of day.
But who cared? The first graduating class of clones was going to graduate in a few months. Then, no one could tell him what to do.
Looking down at his paper, he crumpled it up before thinking, 'Guess I'll write about some more goddamned tuberculosis.' Running a hand through his shaggy dark hair, he pressed his eyebrows together as he tried to think of a fresh new metaphor he could use with the disease.
He sighed again, leaning back against the tree. "Ugh," he grumbled, just as the bell for lunch rang. Standing up, he ticked his journal and pen into his backpack before heading to the nice little cafeteria that was designed for the special students of the school.
"Here we go again," he thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he saw everyone in their cliques. He was a loner at heart, but he tended to drift between friends, depending on his mood. Today, he thought, he might sit alone...
OOC: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/born-of-history-and-science-ooc.36799/
But who cared? The first graduating class of clones was going to graduate in a few months. Then, no one could tell him what to do.
Looking down at his paper, he crumpled it up before thinking, 'Guess I'll write about some more goddamned tuberculosis.' Running a hand through his shaggy dark hair, he pressed his eyebrows together as he tried to think of a fresh new metaphor he could use with the disease.
He sighed again, leaning back against the tree. "Ugh," he grumbled, just as the bell for lunch rang. Standing up, he ticked his journal and pen into his backpack before heading to the nice little cafeteria that was designed for the special students of the school.
"Here we go again," he thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he saw everyone in their cliques. He was a loner at heart, but he tended to drift between friends, depending on his mood. Today, he thought, he might sit alone...
OOC: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/born-of-history-and-science-ooc.36799/