[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QMD2w5P.png[/img] [h3][color=silver]Ferris Solidor[/color] Awake...?[/h3][/center] Ferris slept through most of the day. It wasn’t intentional, but even five solid cups of coffee couldn’t keep his brain working. It didn’t help that the night before he didn’t get a wink of sleep. After the nasty surprise he had gotten that day, he had far too much on his mind to sleep, so he spent the night tinkering with some modifications for his prosthetics. Then he almost set the room on fire with some Dust, so he resigned himself to lying awake in bed, lost in his thoughts. Thoughts, memories, dashed dreams and hidden hopes drifted inside his head. He spent the time in introspection. It’s quiet, during the night. He realized. The sun rose, the day begain, and Ferris still hadn’t slept. It was only with monumental effort and probably more caffeine then was even remotely healthy that he made it to his classes. On time was optional. He slept through most of them. Lucky none of the professers seemed to notice. Most of the day went by in a incomprehensible blur. Time seemed to play funny tricks on him. He would look at the clock hours later to see fifteen minutes had gone by, or he would looks the the clock fifteen minutes before that class ended to realize he was five minutes late to the next class. First period merged into fourth, he wasn’t even sure if he had made it to any period in between, or what any of those classes were. He stolidly ignored most attempts to speak with him, the events of the previous day combined with his general lack of sleep had stuck his mood somewhere between homicidal and genocidal. In a mood like this, he knew better then to blurt out what was on his brain. It wasn’t until somewhere around lunch and between his seventh or eighth cup of coffee that day that he actually began to engage in the world around him. Time was still just a hazy concept, but at least now he didn’t find himself falling asleep while walking to class. Now, it was fifth...or was it sixth period? Ferrin jerked his head up from where he had nodded off when he heard the bell ring. He glaced around and wiped some drool away. The classroom was empty. Shit. He grabbed his stuff and flew out the door. He made it to his locker and troed to remember what class was next. His brain returned an error. It had been doing thatl lately. He pulled put his scroll, and tapped quickly through it to check his schedule. He groaned. [i]Physical Education, P.E.[/i] He had nothing against exercise, but they had been down a teacher for awhile and the class had become something of a joke. However, the real reason he dreaded it, is that they wouldn’t let his wear his coat. Instead he had to wear the ridiculous gym uniform that was the standard. He wanted his coat dammit. The gym was always freezing and he missed the comforting weight on his shoulders that spoke of pockets filled with wires and scrap metal and wrappers and candy bars and any other odds and ends. The second reason he found P.E. to be pointless was that he could only train about half his body. The rest of it was synthetic, and while that meant he could do one-armed-and-one-legged push-ups for days, doing so really wouldn’t help him out much. He grabbed his uniform with a sigh. Hopefully he would be able to use the class to catch some z’s. A few minutes later, Ferris slinked into the gym, tardy beyond all reason. He took a precautionary look around. Good, no teacher. Most of the other students were talking quietly among themselves. He didn’t see his team among them, but he had no desire to find them. Ferris picked a clear section of wall to sit against. He sat and promptly nodded off. ... [b]”ITS FOOTBALL TIME!”[/b] Was the next thing Ferris heard. He slipped out his doze to blearily open an eye to locate the disturbance. The thought: [color=silver][i]He is not wearing a shirt...[/i][/color] crossed his mind. Then he closed his eyes and dozed off again. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be a new teacher. No self-respecting teach would look like that.