Post by GRUBITSCH IWAN KING on May 12, 2011 15:30:57 GMT -5
maybe god wanted me to be nothing special - - -
[/font][/right]He felt somewhat nauseous as he stood outside the mall, dragging off a Marlboro from time to time between bony fingers, and washing out the bitter taste from sips of his tea. Maybe he felt sick from the overwhelming heat and that he wore too much black this evening. The Brit wasn't used to such heat and this was a major step up from the foggy and rainy little town he came from. The boy didn't know why he continued to stay here in California and just go back home to England. Perhaps it was because he had little money for such things or that he was scared going by himself. Returning home wouldn't make much as a difference where he currently lived now. He still didn't know anyone and what family he had left didn't seem to be bothered he was alone now.
He looked like a living, coming right off the sketchbooks of one of Tim Burton's creations. Raven black hair covering green eyes, and that he clearly doesn't get much sleep as dark circles were clearly present under his eyes. Incredibly pale that his skin appeared to hold an almost ashen hue to it. He was skinny. Perhaps a bit too skinny as he stood six feet one making him look like some sort of skeleton. It bothered him greatly how awful he must look to other curious eyes that would flicker his way for several long seconds and looking away just as fast once Grubbs felt the uneasy feeling of being watched. It happened just as he thought of it and turned his head to see a group of teenagers staring at him. Wrinkling his nose a tad and quickly looking away, he bowed his head slightly and dragged off the cig once more.
He despised being stared at by people but was too nice to tell them off. So, he'd continue to let it bother him a bit longer before the group wandered inside the mall.
Clearly looking uncomfortable and out of place, Grubbs flicked the cigarette off and started towards the doors. It was noticeably alot cooler inside once he stepped in, rather timidly and glanced around. For him, daring himself to leave his basement suite and venture out into society really, really bothered him. Even before he was left alone, he was never able to be in public by himself.
Exhaling a long breath he started forward, wandering aimlessly around looking for a shop that would catch his attention. And it so happened to be the small library to his left. Perfectly plucked and formed eyebrows shot up as he, took yet, another look around before shuffling into the store.
tagged, no one - open to anyone !
notes, bleh.
lyric creds, nothing special - ill scarlett.