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-Dupre Hall-
Despite the knife-like golden sun beams shooting through the window from between the blinds, the white-haired figure of the white-walled dorm room didn't stir a single inch. It had been hours since the sunlight first started to reach out towards the dark-eyed figure, but it just barely could not reach the young man's eyes. With time, it slowly drew across the grey, matted floor and worked its way up the slim swivel chair in which the sleeping boy was located and, at long last, up to his neck.
The light did not receive any immediate reaction, but it persevered and fought its way all the way his pale face until, at long last, the boy reacted – a swift turn of the head, as if his subconsciousness had taken hold and attempted to delay the inevitable. But, alas, the simple turn was too great, for almost instantaneously after his head was turned, the boy came to his senses and shot to his feet. You're kidding me... he thought, his mind in a blur, come on, how did this happen?
The boy scanned the room around him hastily, searching every nook and cranny with his eyes until - Oh no...
Piled onto the desk before him was the last part of the homework assignment which was due that day. An array of wonderfully arduous physics problems, the likes of which no sane person would enjoy. The boy quickly scanned through the pages, as if hoping to find that which he knew with a very large degree of certainty was not there. The second page...I never made it to the second page... He was truly in the most abominable of circumstances. No matter what, the second he walked into class, he would not only get the attention of the teacher for being "The Shy Kid", but he'd also have to explain the rate of increase of the force of gravity applied to his eyelids as a factor of time the previous night.
With a sigh of absolute disdain, he organized the papers on his desk and shot a look over to the alarm clock on his desk. It was practically a black plastic brick with a single button on it, but it displayed the time well enough and beeped fairly loud at the appointed time, so he felt no need to replace it. Unfortunately, it didn't appear that it did much good to have an alarm clock on the given date, because the clock read...
"11:50?! Are you kidding me?"
Surely, if there was a fate worse than death, it was being late to Mr. Pavchenzki's class. The white-haired boy may have determined that it would be more worth it to deal with the computer lab on his floor and just watch the lecture there than to try to make it to class on time...but, as if being carried along by the adrenaline of a panicked rabbit who spotted a wolf, the boy swerved around his room in a fantastic display of agility and finesse, lifting his backpack with his right foot while organizing the papers on his desk with his right hand, and reaching into a drawer of his desk with his left hand in search of a pencil.
Even if I didn't complete all of it, at least I can sign my name...
He desperately scrawled out the four letter word which represented his identity in the top right corner of the front of his assignment: Niko. Then, as if to prove to the world that he was the master of high-speed backpack packing, he threw his physics textbook into the air above him, shoved the remaining pages of his homework along the back spine of the bag, and grabbed the textbook out of the air just in time to shove it into the last remaining space along the front of the inner pocket. After slinging it onto his back, opting to zip it closed on his way out, he leapt over to the door and deftly slipped into his shoes.
From top to bottom, Niko wore an expensive set of wireless, battery powered, lightweight headphones, a plain, gray T-shirt which, as unfortunate as it was, was stained with pencil led and eraser shavings which never decided to accept their fate and fall to the ground obediently, a digital, black, waterproof wristwatch, brown cargo pants held up by a brown canvas belt, some white, athletic tube socks, and a special pair of padded green hiking boots. He didn't smell particularly clean, possibly due to either his constant exercise and limited showering or the limited number of clothing options he had available and his general lack of funding for laundry.
With a quick grunt of defiance, Niko swept across the locks of his door, disengaging each of them with expert precision, and, after hastily swiping a thin plastic card off of his desk, he sprinted out the door and down the hallway, a readily apparent desperation pasted across his restless face.
"Woah there! Don't crash there, Tiger!" yelled an exceptionally feminine lady from across the hallway, affixing her vexing eyes upon the relatively colorless boy. He barely acknowledged her presence with a quick wave as his arms shot back and forth along his sides, his unparalleled dorm-sprinting speed carrying him through the dangerous realm of missed time as he attempted the impossible feat of reaching the class room before the tone of death rang out throughout the campus.
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-Olin-Rice Science Center-
At long last, Niko confidently bashed his I.D. card against the sensor for the door and reached for the door before he even heard a click. He had been on the campus for a full three and a half months by now, and was more than capable of timing the unlocking mechanism for the door to an utmost degree of precision. The slight tick of the center of the door was too slow an indicator for Niko - his instincts guided his arm as he flung the door open - the woosh of air from the door threatened to prevent him from his goal, but he stubbornly rejected the concept of air resistance as he barreled his way into the building.
As if allowing time to pause for him, Niko's eyes violently shot around as he analyzed his new surroundings, inspecting the movement patterns of the groups of students around him in order to find the best possible path. Oddly enough, he determined that leaping the guide rail was the most efficient way to save time, and thus that is precisely what he did.
Niko sprinted straight towards the railing in front of him and with the grace of a pole-vaultist, he leapt up to the railing and launched himself into the air, continuing to look around as he calculated his trajectory. It would appear that I am not going to make it as far as I intended... he determined, cursing himself for an imperfect launch. Around him, he could sense the gaze of numerous students before the sound waves of their gasps even managed to reach his ears. If anything, he felt a slight stage fright, a little voice telling him not to screw up.
Fortunately, Niko's calculation allowed him to re-adjust just in time. With his hands outstretched, he loosely grabbed onto the railing which he leapt towards and, in one exceptionally dynamic and smooth motion, launched himself forwards and back onto his feet - a perfect front-flip. He paused momentarily to get his bearings once again as some of the students around him began a nervous, almost uncertain round of applause. He didn't realize at the time, but his adrenaline allowed him to utterly ignore the presence of the people around him. Once more bowing his weight forwards, Niko began sprinting for the stairs, trying his best to work his way through a small group of people without injuring any of them. Luckily, Niko just so happened to be a master at sprinting through crowds, only managing to bump into two coffees and one textbook on his way through.
Upon reaching the stairs and ignoring the shouts of protest behind him, Niko quickly checked his watch. 11:58! I can still make it! Niko mentally shouted to himself, as if his words would edge him on even more. He bounded up the stairs five at a time, as if defying the force of gravity which he had so desperately studied earlier that very semester. Upon reaching the top of the stairwell, he bounded as fast as he could over to the door, brushing past a few near-equally hasty people as he went, but alas, his efforts were in vain.
As he reached the door, the piercing sound of failure shot out from the loudspeakers installed into the building around him. He subconsciously decided to go through the Kubler Ross model as a response to this dreaded sound, denying that he was late by desperately pressing his I.D. card against the sensor for the door to room 403 - Physics with Mr. Pavchenzki. The red flash of light and the depressingly low-pitched beep signified that, no matter what he did to that door, the sensor was not going to allow him to pass.
Next, he quickly looked down at his watch. 12:01 He frowned mercilessly at the sensor and tried five more times, trying again and again and again with the sensor, but to no avail. He tried to look around for a maintenance worker, but all he could see were other students and the bench next to the door. He bent down on one knee and, theatrically opening his arms to the sky, briefly asked no one in particular to open the door for him, remaining in the same position as he awaited a response.
Unfortunately, all he got was a question from a passerby - "Uhhm, dude, are you okay? Do you need me to call a nurse?" The figure which spoke appeared to have a more heavy musculature and an athletic stature. Nonetheless, Niko did not respond, fearing that there was no excuse for him to make.
After deciding that he looked not only like an idiot, but also like a child, Niko gripped his face with his hand, as if to hide behind it, and sat down on the bench next to the door, contemplating the full capacity of his failure as the passerby shrugged and continued on his way. Now that jerk is going to make me write an essay about it too... The entire world around him seemed to fade away as the dark depth of depression and shame enclosed around him, consuming his soul, mind, and strength.
But, alas, he looked up and, as if beckoning from the darkness, he saw what he was looking for. The light to raise him from his utterly futile and pointless emotional distress. Oh, right, I can do the rest of my homework now. He calmly pulled out the second page of his homework, along with his textbook and a rather sharp pencil, and immediately started scribbling away where he left off with his right hand as he reached up and adjusted his headset with his left hand, once again retreating from the world around him in order to fully take advantage of his own consciousness. After all, the few spattered students wandering around the halls certainly weren't going to pose any benefit to his attempt at completing homework.
Despite the knife-like golden sun beams shooting through the window from between the blinds, the white-haired figure of the white-walled dorm room didn't stir a single inch. It had been hours since the sunlight first started to reach out towards the dark-eyed figure, but it just barely could not reach the young man's eyes. With time, it slowly drew across the grey, matted floor and worked its way up the slim swivel chair in which the sleeping boy was located and, at long last, up to his neck.
The light did not receive any immediate reaction, but it persevered and fought its way all the way his pale face until, at long last, the boy reacted – a swift turn of the head, as if his subconsciousness had taken hold and attempted to delay the inevitable. But, alas, the simple turn was too great, for almost instantaneously after his head was turned, the boy came to his senses and shot to his feet. You're kidding me... he thought, his mind in a blur, come on, how did this happen?
The boy scanned the room around him hastily, searching every nook and cranny with his eyes until - Oh no...
Piled onto the desk before him was the last part of the homework assignment which was due that day. An array of wonderfully arduous physics problems, the likes of which no sane person would enjoy. The boy quickly scanned through the pages, as if hoping to find that which he knew with a very large degree of certainty was not there. The second page...I never made it to the second page... He was truly in the most abominable of circumstances. No matter what, the second he walked into class, he would not only get the attention of the teacher for being "The Shy Kid", but he'd also have to explain the rate of increase of the force of gravity applied to his eyelids as a factor of time the previous night.
With a sigh of absolute disdain, he organized the papers on his desk and shot a look over to the alarm clock on his desk. It was practically a black plastic brick with a single button on it, but it displayed the time well enough and beeped fairly loud at the appointed time, so he felt no need to replace it. Unfortunately, it didn't appear that it did much good to have an alarm clock on the given date, because the clock read...
"11:50?! Are you kidding me?"
Surely, if there was a fate worse than death, it was being late to Mr. Pavchenzki's class. The white-haired boy may have determined that it would be more worth it to deal with the computer lab on his floor and just watch the lecture there than to try to make it to class on time...but, as if being carried along by the adrenaline of a panicked rabbit who spotted a wolf, the boy swerved around his room in a fantastic display of agility and finesse, lifting his backpack with his right foot while organizing the papers on his desk with his right hand, and reaching into a drawer of his desk with his left hand in search of a pencil.
Even if I didn't complete all of it, at least I can sign my name...
He desperately scrawled out the four letter word which represented his identity in the top right corner of the front of his assignment: Niko. Then, as if to prove to the world that he was the master of high-speed backpack packing, he threw his physics textbook into the air above him, shoved the remaining pages of his homework along the back spine of the bag, and grabbed the textbook out of the air just in time to shove it into the last remaining space along the front of the inner pocket. After slinging it onto his back, opting to zip it closed on his way out, he leapt over to the door and deftly slipped into his shoes.
From top to bottom, Niko wore an expensive set of wireless, battery powered, lightweight headphones, a plain, gray T-shirt which, as unfortunate as it was, was stained with pencil led and eraser shavings which never decided to accept their fate and fall to the ground obediently, a digital, black, waterproof wristwatch, brown cargo pants held up by a brown canvas belt, some white, athletic tube socks, and a special pair of padded green hiking boots. He didn't smell particularly clean, possibly due to either his constant exercise and limited showering or the limited number of clothing options he had available and his general lack of funding for laundry.
With a quick grunt of defiance, Niko swept across the locks of his door, disengaging each of them with expert precision, and, after hastily swiping a thin plastic card off of his desk, he sprinted out the door and down the hallway, a readily apparent desperation pasted across his restless face.
"Woah there! Don't crash there, Tiger!" yelled an exceptionally feminine lady from across the hallway, affixing her vexing eyes upon the relatively colorless boy. He barely acknowledged her presence with a quick wave as his arms shot back and forth along his sides, his unparalleled dorm-sprinting speed carrying him through the dangerous realm of missed time as he attempted the impossible feat of reaching the class room before the tone of death rang out throughout the campus.
...
-Olin-Rice Science Center-
At long last, Niko confidently bashed his I.D. card against the sensor for the door and reached for the door before he even heard a click. He had been on the campus for a full three and a half months by now, and was more than capable of timing the unlocking mechanism for the door to an utmost degree of precision. The slight tick of the center of the door was too slow an indicator for Niko - his instincts guided his arm as he flung the door open - the woosh of air from the door threatened to prevent him from his goal, but he stubbornly rejected the concept of air resistance as he barreled his way into the building.
As if allowing time to pause for him, Niko's eyes violently shot around as he analyzed his new surroundings, inspecting the movement patterns of the groups of students around him in order to find the best possible path. Oddly enough, he determined that leaping the guide rail was the most efficient way to save time, and thus that is precisely what he did.
Niko sprinted straight towards the railing in front of him and with the grace of a pole-vaultist, he leapt up to the railing and launched himself into the air, continuing to look around as he calculated his trajectory. It would appear that I am not going to make it as far as I intended... he determined, cursing himself for an imperfect launch. Around him, he could sense the gaze of numerous students before the sound waves of their gasps even managed to reach his ears. If anything, he felt a slight stage fright, a little voice telling him not to screw up.
Fortunately, Niko's calculation allowed him to re-adjust just in time. With his hands outstretched, he loosely grabbed onto the railing which he leapt towards and, in one exceptionally dynamic and smooth motion, launched himself forwards and back onto his feet - a perfect front-flip. He paused momentarily to get his bearings once again as some of the students around him began a nervous, almost uncertain round of applause. He didn't realize at the time, but his adrenaline allowed him to utterly ignore the presence of the people around him. Once more bowing his weight forwards, Niko began sprinting for the stairs, trying his best to work his way through a small group of people without injuring any of them. Luckily, Niko just so happened to be a master at sprinting through crowds, only managing to bump into two coffees and one textbook on his way through.
Upon reaching the stairs and ignoring the shouts of protest behind him, Niko quickly checked his watch. 11:58! I can still make it! Niko mentally shouted to himself, as if his words would edge him on even more. He bounded up the stairs five at a time, as if defying the force of gravity which he had so desperately studied earlier that very semester. Upon reaching the top of the stairwell, he bounded as fast as he could over to the door, brushing past a few near-equally hasty people as he went, but alas, his efforts were in vain.
As he reached the door, the piercing sound of failure shot out from the loudspeakers installed into the building around him. He subconsciously decided to go through the Kubler Ross model as a response to this dreaded sound, denying that he was late by desperately pressing his I.D. card against the sensor for the door to room 403 - Physics with Mr. Pavchenzki. The red flash of light and the depressingly low-pitched beep signified that, no matter what he did to that door, the sensor was not going to allow him to pass.
Next, he quickly looked down at his watch. 12:01 He frowned mercilessly at the sensor and tried five more times, trying again and again and again with the sensor, but to no avail. He tried to look around for a maintenance worker, but all he could see were other students and the bench next to the door. He bent down on one knee and, theatrically opening his arms to the sky, briefly asked no one in particular to open the door for him, remaining in the same position as he awaited a response.
Unfortunately, all he got was a question from a passerby - "Uhhm, dude, are you okay? Do you need me to call a nurse?" The figure which spoke appeared to have a more heavy musculature and an athletic stature. Nonetheless, Niko did not respond, fearing that there was no excuse for him to make.
After deciding that he looked not only like an idiot, but also like a child, Niko gripped his face with his hand, as if to hide behind it, and sat down on the bench next to the door, contemplating the full capacity of his failure as the passerby shrugged and continued on his way. Now that jerk is going to make me write an essay about it too... The entire world around him seemed to fade away as the dark depth of depression and shame enclosed around him, consuming his soul, mind, and strength.
But, alas, he looked up and, as if beckoning from the darkness, he saw what he was looking for. The light to raise him from his utterly futile and pointless emotional distress. Oh, right, I can do the rest of my homework now. He calmly pulled out the second page of his homework, along with his textbook and a rather sharp pencil, and immediately started scribbling away where he left off with his right hand as he reached up and adjusted his headset with his left hand, once again retreating from the world around him in order to fully take advantage of his own consciousness. After all, the few spattered students wandering around the halls certainly weren't going to pose any benefit to his attempt at completing homework.
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