Post by Allen Macenroe on Aug 9, 2010 21:52:14 GMT -5
Lazy... Chided his determination and drive sleepily. But, for the moment, the part of his head wired to relax managed to smother them with enough pillows to keep them quiet for a little longer.
It was, oddly enough, a warm enough day for Allen to feel a little more at home. Well, his definition of warm anyway. And, since it was the first ‘warm’ day in a while now’, he felt the need for an overdue ‘Nap under a tree’.
He had spied the various trees scattered about the ground earlier on, but was hesitant to explore for a number of reasons. The main reason was that there was apparently a lake there nestled somewhere in the grounds. And, as much as he liked trees, he didn’t want to go wander about with his shocking sense of direction, find the lake, and end up curled into the foetal position on the lake’s edge.
After looking the place up on Google maps (ah. Blessed Google machine...) he had discovered the location of the accursed unholy body of water, and simply explored in the opposite direction.
Which lead him to a rather sunny spot a little ways from the school. Trees circled a little clearing, perfect to laze about and think of nothing at all.
Which was exactly as he was doing.
His camera lay haphazardly beside him, laying on his over shirt that he has discarded in order to soak up the heat of the sun. Not to say he was topless, oh dear me no. His black undershirt provided him protection from anything that wanted to attack him (including birds, squirrels, and cancer).
He sighed in contentment, eyes opening sleepily to watch the clouds roll overhead.
Ah, the serenity...
It was, oddly enough, a warm enough day for Allen to feel a little more at home. Well, his definition of warm anyway. And, since it was the first ‘warm’ day in a while now’, he felt the need for an overdue ‘Nap under a tree’.
He had spied the various trees scattered about the ground earlier on, but was hesitant to explore for a number of reasons. The main reason was that there was apparently a lake there nestled somewhere in the grounds. And, as much as he liked trees, he didn’t want to go wander about with his shocking sense of direction, find the lake, and end up curled into the foetal position on the lake’s edge.
After looking the place up on Google maps (ah. Blessed Google machine...) he had discovered the location of the accursed unholy body of water, and simply explored in the opposite direction.
Which lead him to a rather sunny spot a little ways from the school. Trees circled a little clearing, perfect to laze about and think of nothing at all.
Which was exactly as he was doing.
His camera lay haphazardly beside him, laying on his over shirt that he has discarded in order to soak up the heat of the sun. Not to say he was topless, oh dear me no. His black undershirt provided him protection from anything that wanted to attack him (including birds, squirrels, and cancer).
He sighed in contentment, eyes opening sleepily to watch the clouds roll overhead.
Ah, the serenity...