Post by imogen loki wynters on Oct 11, 2009 1:48:43 GMT -5
His fingers trembled slightly as he tried to lace up his shoes, he was having such a difficult time it was really, pathetic, but of course, this was the first time he was going to leave his room since he got here. When did he get here you might ask, two days ago. That’s right he hasn't left his room for two entire days. Some people might go mad by such an act, but Loki has always been an odd ball in that sense. After about thirty minutes wasted on trying to tie his shoes he ended up just putting on his slip on, see Loki has days where he is able to function like a regular boy in society and some days he can't. Today was one of those days, so pray tell why was he choosing today of all today's to leave his dorm? Well he was cooped up and needed out. The room had started to get stuffy and he couldn't possibly spend the rest of his life in that room.
Even though it sounded like a splendid idea, he was sure that it wouldn't work. Loki just chewed on his lip while his fingers played with the hem of his v-neck shirt. Even though the boy refused to take his shirt off in front of others he had no problem wearing v-necks, so maybe it sounded a little hypocritical, but that was just how Loki's mind was able to process things. He likes v-necks and as long as they couldn't see the lower area under his shirt, he would be alright. The poor boys eyes were darting in every direction as he opened up the door and made sure that no one was there to watch him make a fool of himself. That was the thing with Imogen he always found a way to make a fool of himself and that was the last thing he needed now. He was in a new school and hopefully he would get a fresh start, praying that no childhood acquaintances were here.
However, what would the odds of that being? Well for Loki? Probably unnaturally high. It really seems like God just thinks it’s hilarious to put him in horrid situations that never turn out good, because he seems to always end up in them every time he even steps foot out of his room. Loki made sure that the door was locked before he slowly made his way down the hall, taking cautious steps ensuring himself that he had no way to trip and fall over anything. The feeling was eating away at his stomach though, he knew that he was going to fall and he was scared about falling. What if he fell down the stairs? Or in front of a large group of people? He could get hurt or humiliated; both conclusions seemed like horrible things really. If he got physical hurt, then he would have to admit that he managed to clumsily hurt himself and falling in front of people was a mental hurt, which could turn out just as bad if not worse.
His knuckles turned whites as his hands formed fists, he was concentrating so hard on the ground to make sure that he would trip, that he ended up running into a wall instead. His body hit the ground with a soft thud; thankfully, the boy barely weighed anything so as he scrambled up and looked around it seemed like no one had noticed his mistake. Once more Loki started to chew on his lip as he quickly hurried from the building looking down in attempts to hide his red face. It was a familiar situation and suddenly it was a play by play of a past memory, one that he would rather not recall. Loki was frozen as he watched a familiar play. He watched helplessly as he hit the ground from smacking into a wall, except then a beautiful boy had seen him, had helped him up and introduced himself Kitty was his name.
The name still sent jolts of fear down his spine. Imogen could feel the tears pricking his eyes as his tiny limbs quickly lunged forward in attempts to escape the memories that were suddenly pouring back into his mind. However, he never was a good runner, he generally tried to avoid running for the reason that he always fell and this time was no different. Repeatedly Loki fell, but quickly leapt to his feet in attempts to keep the memories at bay. His breathing has drastically hitched and he had no idea where he was running. However, when the boy stopped he noticed that he was helplessly lost. Imogen looked around frantically trying to find out where he was, he was starting to panic and his breathing proved that easily. Tears prickled his eyes and quickly ran down his cheeks. Basically, he looked a mess, in nicer terms. Suddenly he heard footsteps. No! He couldn't have someone see he like this!
Looking around frantically the boy took refuge in some bushes not realizing that his short legs were unhidden and in the pathway, making him an easy target if his breathing hadn't already done that for him. Loki tried to calm his breathing, but the attempts were in vain and the tears stopped. This is why the boy never left his room, he always ended up looking like an idiot...
word count;; 904
notes;; will get better.
muse;; album- Notes from the past artist- Taking Back Sunday
for;; Ryan.
