Remmington finally decided to embrace the day with something of a profound headache and no urge to face it, it was the way he started most days and it wasn't exactly a new feeling to him. Prone to trying to sleep in even though he couldn't sleep at all and ignore his daily traumas, he did realize that he'd have to rise sometime and with that in mind, the vampire finally rolled to his feet. His hair was a mess, blue strands crushed down onto one side and flicking up in ridiculous cowlicks. It was going to take about half a jar of hair gel and a lot of patience but it could be fixed. Little things like that mattered to him, bothered the hell out of him if he didn't take care of them. He'd always been into keeping himself well groomed and ever since the change, he'd been even more inclined to mock the gorgeous supernatural being thing. Especially at the school.

This place wasn't half bad, he hadn't disliked the school in even the slightest and the people were definitely interesting. There was something about being put in an educational system surrounded in what some people would consider abnormal, it was interesting. It inspired him. Inspiration was hard to come by, required a change of setting and a change of outlook. This place was full of it, he often found himself sketching it's occupants and doing all that he could not to leave the drawings on their doorsteps. Though often high-strung and a little edgy, he was confident about his art to a high amount. He was a good artist, he'd always been good and the talent was one that he liked to flaunt whenever the chance presented itself. 

He was probably one of the best, or that's what he liked to pride himself on anyway. Shaking away from his wandering thoughts, he made his way to the bathroom and began the obviously important task of fixing his hair. He hadn't seen his roommate leave or even heard him but then again he'd been piled under the blankets so far that he probably wouldn't have heard Satan himself giving him a ring. Thomas was an alright guy from the bit that he knew about him, Remmington had been avoiding too much conversation with anyone. There was that nervousness, that edge of thinking he couldn't quite match them in conversation and it was definitely holding him back. 

There was just a lot he couldn't talk about and that was how he liked to play it off, he was deep and mysterious or something like that. With one last swipe of the comb through his hair, he managed to get it standing back in a nice position again and he drew in a deep breath and glanced around. The room was still as empty as before, drawing out something of an overly dramatic sigh. The boy grabbed his sketch pad and tucked it beneath his arm. He could blow time if he sat around drawing the locals long enough and maybe attempt the daunting task of trying to talk to one of them if they should get too close. He never knew how to explain why he was drawing people, he'd had more than enough brush ins with confused or flattered individuals and every time he had stumbled around for an excuse and came up dry. He just liked to draw people as they appeared, if he knew them then it ruined the mystery, inclined him to alter colors to fit them more personally. Strangers were a lot more fun to draw, sharper and trapped in whatever moment he chose to draw them in.

It left him with a lot of pictures of people that he'd never officially met, people from busses and parks and sidewalks and alleyways. It gave him leave to make his own stories for them, it calmed him because they could be anyone that way and they couldn't take up more space then they needed to. Strolling into the hallway, his mind was set on the charcoal pencil and the paper tucked under one arm. His steps were light and even as he made his way into the library and to an empty table, he could see his roommate and a boy he hasn't seen before, and if he looked hard enough he could just see a girl looking at the books. He put the sketchbook down, leafed through it until he finally found a blank page and went to work at sketching a vague outline, not entirely sure of who was his muse at the moment.