Aleric blinked several times before he noticed that someone had just spoken to him. He looked over his shoulders to see a girl in a blue jacket following closely behind along with several others trailing a few steps away. Some of the kids were some distance off, some of them were resting, while others had difficulties with the wildlife specifically the seagulls in the middle of their feeding frenzy. It suddenly struck him just how far he had traveled and how much he was missing out on the scenery in his haste for answers..
Pausing for a moment, he gave a quiet smile to the girl dressed in blue, his inner anxiety slowly edging away. While he wasn't a social butterfly or much of a conversationalist, he actually enjoyed talking. Besides, the girl seemed nice enough, her tone light and friendly. His lush green eyes drifted pass her for a moment. Out of the corners of his eyes, he watched what one might consider animal abuse as a boy in a sailor suit gave a good kick to a gull after it snap at some poor girl.
“They're really nasty. Are we really that edible?” He nodded in agreement. Although he pitied the seagull, he can't really build much sympathy for them if they keep targeting their heads. He barely managed to tug at his scarf, pulling it out of the path of a speeding seagull in time. “But they’re bold to be attacking wizards-in-training!”
As he neared the top, his feet suddenly scrapped against the frost that covered the wooden steps as he forced himself to stop. Nearly planting his face into dark blue fabric, he took a few steps back and steadied himself by reaching for the rocky ridges. He stared at what seemed to be an elderly wizard - judging by the silvery runes that covered his robes and unperturbed tone – who introduced himself as Crythos.
That was… very sudden. The man came out of nowhere! As much as he wanted to poke at the silverly runes lining the stranger’s robes, Aleric held himself back as questions started to bubble on his tongue. Where did he come from? What's up with the falcon? Do falcons usually appear during this time of the year? What do those runes do? Oh so many questions yet so little time. He looked to his peers with curious eyes before setting his gaze back onto the man when the Crystal Tower was mentioned.
Like a wanderer he is, he calmly followed after the man, with slow and steady steps. He figured that following this man to the answers will be much more satisfying than interrogating.
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Excitement hummed against his very skin as Aleric dared to take a step forward. The frosty winds instantly assaulted him from behind, scattering locks of his already ruffled hair onto his pale complexion. The tail ends of his baby blue scarf were jostling in the breeze. He peered over his shoulders for one final glance toward his peers before he silently wandered toward the bottom of the stairs and stared up at the imposing steps. As much as he wanted to get huddle back into the warmth of the pack, only his mind was focused on one thought.
What was up the stairs? More seagulls? New lands? He couldn’t help but wonder, shifting his weight from foot to foot, as images of the Crystal Tower from picture books flashed within his mind. His mouth felt dry at the very thought, the cold no longer bothering him, as his curiosity was at its peak. He already felt exhilarated from the scent of the salty sea and the foreign sound of seagulls, all of which were new experiences that he had only seen on the pages of a book. Should he go up? He was already at the base so he--
CREAK
Before he even registered what he had done, he was already on the move, calmly climbing from one rickety step to another despite the frost covered surface. Although, he should've taken the red-headed boy's failed attempt into consideration as he was soon within the gulls' line of sight. It wasn't long before the gulls started to cause a racket at Aleric’s sudden appearance as what seems to be an army of them started swooping dangerously near his head. He quickened his pace while his expression was seemingly calm. However, anxiety crept all along his body as, in all honesty, it was a bit nerve-wrecking to be somewhat targeted and screeched at by a flock of foreign birds.
What was up the stairs? More seagulls? New lands? He couldn’t help but wonder, shifting his weight from foot to foot, as images of the Crystal Tower from picture books flashed within his mind. His mouth felt dry at the very thought, the cold no longer bothering him, as his curiosity was at its peak. He already felt exhilarated from the scent of the salty sea and the foreign sound of seagulls, all of which were new experiences that he had only seen on the pages of a book. Should he go up? He was already at the base so he--
CREAK
Before he even registered what he had done, he was already on the move, calmly climbing from one rickety step to another despite the frost covered surface. Although, he should've taken the red-headed boy's failed attempt into consideration as he was soon within the gulls' line of sight. It wasn't long before the gulls started to cause a racket at Aleric’s sudden appearance as what seems to be an army of them started swooping dangerously near his head. He quickened his pace while his expression was seemingly calm. However, anxiety crept all along his body as, in all honesty, it was a bit nerve-wrecking to be somewhat targeted and screeched at by a flock of foreign birds.
Name: Aleric Scitor
Age: 10
Appearance:
Aleric’s hair comes off as short and often messy. It’s has the color of soft sandy blond as his skin tone is light due to the amount of time he spent indoors. He prefers clothing of subtle colors and those made out of loose yet light fabrics. Thin scarves would be an occasional wear as well.
Background: Aleric originated from a small town that has a large name that he could never pronounce properly. He came from a small family of low-income, and his very first memory he could remember was looking outside of a broken window of his home and the drips of a leaking roof.
His mother would often tell him that he was the quietest of the three children; the silent one, as a toddler, that would explore every nook and cranny of the house while his parents would fretfully search for him. One time, they found him almost crawling out the window before they hurriedly pulled him away and shut it close. Throughout his life, he still has an instinct to wander about, and it wouldn’t be unusual to see him wandering at the very edge of town or in between the shops and their alleyways.
It wasn’t until the age of seven when he began noticing the strange phenomena surrounding him on occasion. Small sparkles of lights when he couldn’t see, patches of scorched grass when he’s restless, and strange sensations that would sometimes tingle against his skin. His first instinct wasn’t one of fear, but of curiosity. He ran to the nearest person – which happens to be the town’s only librarian - and asked “What’s this?” before setting of a small amount of sparks onto a stick with just his hands.
He was eight years old when he was taken in as a student by the librarian. Amelia Opus was her name, and she was the only witch in town while being a librarian was a small occupation of hers. However, she has no interest in the actual conduct of magic itself, but only of the research. The library itself turned out to be historic as centuries of information are hidden within its basement. For two years, he had spent his days in the library, rummaging through books and scrolls to provide the necessary information for his teacher.
Gathering, shaping, and sensing – the central concept of magic was taught to him and nothing else. No magic has ever been taught or conducted except for the basics of controlling his powers and aiding research with the use of his sensing ability that was used to detect enchanted documents. However, he was not dissatisfied. Ms. Opus would answer all his questions about magic to the best of her abilities, but when it comes to cities and lands outside of town, she would clammed up and point at the shelves. With books as his only source of lessons, he would skim through the pages, staring at the pictures of lands and cities outside of his town.
One day, he ran up to Ms. Opus, holding a book wide open before her eyes.
“Ms. Opus,” he said, pointing at the picture. A magnificent structure of glass-like crystals reaching for the sky filled the pages. “What is this?”
“That…” Slowly, she glanced at the picture and ruffled his hair. “… is the place you will soon visit.”
He would be 10 years old when he would finally be sent off to see the Crystal Tower.
Personality: A quiet boy, Aleric prefers the background rather than the spotlight. In group situations, he becomes a wallflower, keeping mostly to himself; however, he thrives in one-on-one as he become more personal and friendly. His demeanor is calm and his attitude is lax, but he has a thirst for adventure and a curiosity that has yet to be quenched. Whether alone or with friends, he would silently seek thrills at every opportunity or, at least, until his questions are answered. It isn’t uncommon for him to relentlessly stalk someone or ask so many questions that would almost seem like an interrogation. He has no use of most of the information he gathers, but he still seeks it just for the sake of knowing.
He is naïve in how the world works, and gives trust out too easily. An advocate for peace yet a philosopher at heart, it’s hard for him to keep still as he views the world as a place that has yet to be explored.
Skills:
Element: Fire
Age: 10
Appearance:
Aleric’s hair comes off as short and often messy. It’s has the color of soft sandy blond as his skin tone is light due to the amount of time he spent indoors. He prefers clothing of subtle colors and those made out of loose yet light fabrics. Thin scarves would be an occasional wear as well.
Background: Aleric originated from a small town that has a large name that he could never pronounce properly. He came from a small family of low-income, and his very first memory he could remember was looking outside of a broken window of his home and the drips of a leaking roof.
His mother would often tell him that he was the quietest of the three children; the silent one, as a toddler, that would explore every nook and cranny of the house while his parents would fretfully search for him. One time, they found him almost crawling out the window before they hurriedly pulled him away and shut it close. Throughout his life, he still has an instinct to wander about, and it wouldn’t be unusual to see him wandering at the very edge of town or in between the shops and their alleyways.
It wasn’t until the age of seven when he began noticing the strange phenomena surrounding him on occasion. Small sparkles of lights when he couldn’t see, patches of scorched grass when he’s restless, and strange sensations that would sometimes tingle against his skin. His first instinct wasn’t one of fear, but of curiosity. He ran to the nearest person – which happens to be the town’s only librarian - and asked “What’s this?” before setting of a small amount of sparks onto a stick with just his hands.
He was eight years old when he was taken in as a student by the librarian. Amelia Opus was her name, and she was the only witch in town while being a librarian was a small occupation of hers. However, she has no interest in the actual conduct of magic itself, but only of the research. The library itself turned out to be historic as centuries of information are hidden within its basement. For two years, he had spent his days in the library, rummaging through books and scrolls to provide the necessary information for his teacher.
Gathering, shaping, and sensing – the central concept of magic was taught to him and nothing else. No magic has ever been taught or conducted except for the basics of controlling his powers and aiding research with the use of his sensing ability that was used to detect enchanted documents. However, he was not dissatisfied. Ms. Opus would answer all his questions about magic to the best of her abilities, but when it comes to cities and lands outside of town, she would clammed up and point at the shelves. With books as his only source of lessons, he would skim through the pages, staring at the pictures of lands and cities outside of his town.
One day, he ran up to Ms. Opus, holding a book wide open before her eyes.
“Ms. Opus,” he said, pointing at the picture. A magnificent structure of glass-like crystals reaching for the sky filled the pages. “What is this?”
“That…” Slowly, she glanced at the picture and ruffled his hair. “… is the place you will soon visit.”
He would be 10 years old when he would finally be sent off to see the Crystal Tower.
Personality: A quiet boy, Aleric prefers the background rather than the spotlight. In group situations, he becomes a wallflower, keeping mostly to himself; however, he thrives in one-on-one as he become more personal and friendly. His demeanor is calm and his attitude is lax, but he has a thirst for adventure and a curiosity that has yet to be quenched. Whether alone or with friends, he would silently seek thrills at every opportunity or, at least, until his questions are answered. It isn’t uncommon for him to relentlessly stalk someone or ask so many questions that would almost seem like an interrogation. He has no use of most of the information he gathers, but he still seeks it just for the sake of knowing.
He is naïve in how the world works, and gives trust out too easily. An advocate for peace yet a philosopher at heart, it’s hard for him to keep still as he views the world as a place that has yet to be explored.
Skills:
- Information Gathering – Able to gather knowledge and facts from documentations and other written resources. Other methods of collecting data is through eavesdropping or just relentlessly hounding someone for the answers in not-so-subtle ways.
- Magic Sensing – Aleric is more skilled in this than gathering or shaping. However, he can’t tell where the magic is coming from unless it’s right in front of him. Usually uses it to tell if an object (mostly books) has been enchanted.
- Flute Playing – Has been playing the flute since the age of 7. He had always appreciated the sounds of flutes and pipes.
Element: Fire
Out of the corners of his eyes, Theo watched the transfer student at work. The note was retrieved with near excitement as Julianna seemed focused on its reply. He raised an eyebrow at her hunched form, the folded note passed onto his desk much quicker than he had expected. It was almost strange to see someone eager and swift in passing notes; although, writing a few words were bound to be a thousand times quicker than writing a letter.
Shrugging her eager actions as either a consequence of absolute boredom or the need to be more familiar with her surroundings, Theo carefully slid the note closer. Casually, he flipped through several pages of his notebook, disguising the opening sounds of the note as he did so.
He stared at the message with a slight tilt of his head. With a quick glance at the teacher and one at Julianna, he leaned back and started to write below her last message. Folding the paper once again, he peered at the teacher, watching as the educator occasionally faced the students and then back at the board.
Quickly, he handed the transfer student the message, setting it down on Julianna’s desk.
Shrugging her eager actions as either a consequence of absolute boredom or the need to be more familiar with her surroundings, Theo carefully slid the note closer. Casually, he flipped through several pages of his notebook, disguising the opening sounds of the note as he did so.
He stared at the message with a slight tilt of his head. With a quick glance at the teacher and one at Julianna, he leaned back and started to write below her last message. Folding the paper once again, he peered at the teacher, watching as the educator occasionally faced the students and then back at the board.
Quickly, he handed the transfer student the message, setting it down on Julianna’s desk.
Sure.
But only if you take the lead out of here.
In all honesty, Theo wasn’t paying much attention to the lecture. His eyes couldn’t help but stare at everything that might be of interest to him. From the bumps on the ceiling to the scrap pieces of paper littering the floors, everything else seemed so much more interesting than what’s written on the board.
As he tapped the tip of his pencil against the desk, a sound rustled from the seat next to him. It was soft sound; it was light enough not to gather much interest. In the end, his pencil stood ready in hand as the teacher erased the board of its content and began to write new information on it. However, as soon as the teacher faced away, Theo blinked as the transfer student reached to the side and slid a piece of paper slipped onto his desk.
What’s this? He raised an eyebrow, tossing a curious glance at her. The paper that was passed was neatly folded with not visible tears or holes. With great caution, he took hold of it and pulled it into his lap where the desk blocked the view from the teacher. He opened the note.
This… was interesting. He was the last person he would suspect to be asked of a thing especially from a transfer student. Although, it wasn’t like he had much to do after class or even school for that matter. Sure, there was practice, but he got plenty of empty time before then. It would be a nice break from talking to the occasional athletes and teachers.
Shoving the notice into his desk, he flipped to an empty page. As he stared at the board, his pencil immediately went to work. Within a matter of moments, he slowly ripped the page out of his notebook and folded it up. The opportunity came when the teacher was distracted with the board, and he carefully slide the paper onto her desk.
As he tapped the tip of his pencil against the desk, a sound rustled from the seat next to him. It was soft sound; it was light enough not to gather much interest. In the end, his pencil stood ready in hand as the teacher erased the board of its content and began to write new information on it. However, as soon as the teacher faced away, Theo blinked as the transfer student reached to the side and slid a piece of paper slipped onto his desk.
What’s this? He raised an eyebrow, tossing a curious glance at her. The paper that was passed was neatly folded with not visible tears or holes. With great caution, he took hold of it and pulled it into his lap where the desk blocked the view from the teacher. He opened the note.
My name is Julianna.
Show me around after this?
This… was interesting. He was the last person he would suspect to be asked of a thing especially from a transfer student. Although, it wasn’t like he had much to do after class or even school for that matter. Sure, there was practice, but he got plenty of empty time before then. It would be a nice break from talking to the occasional athletes and teachers.
Shoving the notice into his desk, he flipped to an empty page. As he stared at the board, his pencil immediately went to work. Within a matter of moments, he slowly ripped the page out of his notebook and folded it up. The opportunity came when the teacher was distracted with the board, and he carefully slide the paper onto her desk.
It’s nice to meet you. I’m Theo.
Sure. Although, not much to see around here.
I'm still very interested in this. I'm just waiting for my turn to post... and to get over this writer's block that's been plaguing me all week.
The high school was in peace ever since the bell has rung. However, a black, slightly banged-up car sudden appeared from the street corner, breaking the relative silence with a screeching halt in front of the school’s front yard. The door opened and Theo stepped out of the car, not a wrinkle out of place on his outfit, and seemingly calm despite the neck-breaking speed of the vehicle was going at. He lightly scrunched his nose as the smell of burning rubber soon assaulted his nostrils.
“Crap, what time is it?” He quickly checked his cell phone. With one glance at the empty entrance of the school, he grabbed his bag and ran toward the school’s front doors.
“Hey! Remember you got practice today!” His sister’s voice shouted from behind.
“Okay!” Theo called back, glancing over his shoulders in time to see his sister slamming the car door shut. Within a matter of moments, the car took off and speed into the distance, leaving behind brake marks on asphalt.
He stepped into the building and wandered into the deserted halls. Only the sound of his footsteps echoed through the hallways until he reached his destination. He carefully opened the door. Inside was a typical classroom setting complete with desks, the students, and the teacher himself.
“Mr. Cyrus, you’re late. That’s a first,” the teacher stated, glancing away from the board as soon as he heard the door opened. “Do you have an excuse note?”
Theo shook his head.
“Then take a seat. I’ll be marking you down as tardy. Don’t do that again.”
As the teacher went back to the board and resumed talking, Theo scanned the classroom. Barely any seats remain except those in the very back. Usually he would sit somewhere in the middle section, but all the desks there were full.
With a soft sigh, he started toward the back, taking the nearest empty seat he could get. As he dropped his bag and took a seat, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something new. Or, well, someone.
There was a new student in class, one he never seen here or in school. It was a girl, possibly around his age give or take. Her outfit was filled with tasteful shades of blue. The color schemes were what really drew his attention since gray sweatpants and t-shirts combo was a good enough standard around here. There wasn’t much else he could say about her without making assumptions.
Okay, new student. Nothing else is new.
Theo gave a small nod of acknowledgement and took out his notebook. Flipping through the pages until he came upon an empty page, he readied his pen as he listened to the teacher’s drawls.
“Crap, what time is it?” He quickly checked his cell phone. With one glance at the empty entrance of the school, he grabbed his bag and ran toward the school’s front doors.
“Hey! Remember you got practice today!” His sister’s voice shouted from behind.
“Okay!” Theo called back, glancing over his shoulders in time to see his sister slamming the car door shut. Within a matter of moments, the car took off and speed into the distance, leaving behind brake marks on asphalt.
He stepped into the building and wandered into the deserted halls. Only the sound of his footsteps echoed through the hallways until he reached his destination. He carefully opened the door. Inside was a typical classroom setting complete with desks, the students, and the teacher himself.
“Mr. Cyrus, you’re late. That’s a first,” the teacher stated, glancing away from the board as soon as he heard the door opened. “Do you have an excuse note?”
Theo shook his head.
“Then take a seat. I’ll be marking you down as tardy. Don’t do that again.”
As the teacher went back to the board and resumed talking, Theo scanned the classroom. Barely any seats remain except those in the very back. Usually he would sit somewhere in the middle section, but all the desks there were full.
With a soft sigh, he started toward the back, taking the nearest empty seat he could get. As he dropped his bag and took a seat, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something new. Or, well, someone.
There was a new student in class, one he never seen here or in school. It was a girl, possibly around his age give or take. Her outfit was filled with tasteful shades of blue. The color schemes were what really drew his attention since gray sweatpants and t-shirts combo was a good enough standard around here. There wasn’t much else he could say about her without making assumptions.
Okay, new student. Nothing else is new.
Theo gave a small nod of acknowledgement and took out his notebook. Flipping through the pages until he came upon an empty page, he readied his pen as he listened to the teacher’s drawls.
Crap, sorry. Unnecessary post here.
I would like to see how this goes. Count me interested.
“B-Blood…!” Theo gasped and suddenly fell into a coughing fit, the dryness in his throat taking its toll. The image of a blood-matted hair and a floor drenched in black stains flashed within his mind. He swallowed as his eyes flickered to the discarded t-shirts and jackets scattered around thin carpet, to the barren shelves that hung on the walls. The only source of light was the digital clock flashing a red 7:30 AM across the screen, and the morning light edging its way at the gaps in the blinds. Hesitantly, the young man tugged at the scarf around his neck, loosening the fabric tangled with sweat.
There was no smiling man dressed in a robe or a rigged boy with brown hair within his sight. No frantic rage filling the silence or the smell of old blood stuffing the room.
Nothing was out of place.
That dream… Too weird. Theo sighed and plopped back into bed. It was way too weird. He had dreams. Dreams he could not remember, those that was forgotten as soon as they appeared. However, this vision – this fantasy – was something he could clearly recall for the first time. Never before could he stare at the people inside his dreams, taking note of the emotions twisting the boy’s face or the pale complexion of a corpse. That man… That man was smiling; it was a smile no matter how small. Just what was that whole thing about anyway? The girl was dead, but the boy was still willing to play. The endgame must've been worth something.
Theo stared at the ceiling, pulling the pillow over his head and the covers over his body. He was going back to sleep. He would be damned if he couldn’t after a rough night like that. Not only did he have practice today, but a two mid-term tests and a try-out at the end of the week. It didn’t help that he had to stay up for his brothers’ football game last night. Slowly, he closed his eyes.
“THEOOOOOOOOO!”
Dammit… At the sound of his name, Theo groaned as he turned to his side, the blankets forming a protective shell, as a pair of heavy footsteps approached his door.
“Theo! Get up!” There was someone at his door already. A deep feminine voice pounded through the wood like a massive jackhammer. “We’re late!”
“…Five more minutes…” Theo grumbled softly, burying himself further into the comfort of his bed.
“No, we got to go!”
“Go away…”
“We’re going now!”
As the person at his door quickly walked away, Theo let out a breath of relief. However, just as he was about to sleep once again, the alarm suddenly blared alive. It was nothing more than a muffle beneath his pillow, but it was still enough to wreck him wide awake once again. He peered at the clock. It was eight in the morning. There was only ten minutes before the first bell.
As much as he wanted to tear the clock’s batteries out, there was an enemy with a bucket of cold water coming its way. Mustering his strength, he pushed himself up and shoved the mass of blankets to the side before stumbling his way to the door. Along the way, he almost tripped on the clothes hazardously tossed around on the carpet. A vest, a shirt, and a pair of jeans were picked up as he stuffed his bag with textbooks, wrinkled essays, and worn notebooks. With a quick glance at the clock once more, he cursed beneath his breath as he saw it was fifteen minutes pass eight. He quickly grabbed the rest of his things and tossed his gymnastic grips into the back pockets.
“I’m up already!” He called out calmly as he left his bedroom, passing by the twins who were each holding a bucket of ice water. They groaned in frustration. He shot them a look, briefly wondering what would've happen if he didn't get up in time. With a disgruntled shrug, Theo shut the bathroom door.
After one quick shower later, Theo entered the kitchen; his hair was too messy to be dealt with so it was left alone. The shower made him considerably better at a long night of perspiration and... well... blood. The kitchen was nearly empty except for the disgruntled sister at the table. Both of his parents were already out at work while the twins still had time before their afternoon class. The counters looked empty as well but, luckily, some coffee remained in the pot as plates of sandwiches were placed next to it.
“Good, you’re here. It’s about time,” his sister huffed, standing from her seat and grabbing the back of his shirt just as he was in reach of the sandwiches.
“Wait!" Theo held up his hands in defense. He glanced at the food forlornly. "The plate--”
“Eat when we get there!” A cup of coffee and a sandwich were shoved into his hands. Before Theo could so much as utter a word, he grabbed the entire plate of sandwiches and was already dragged out the door.
There was no smiling man dressed in a robe or a rigged boy with brown hair within his sight. No frantic rage filling the silence or the smell of old blood stuffing the room.
Nothing was out of place.
That dream… Too weird. Theo sighed and plopped back into bed. It was way too weird. He had dreams. Dreams he could not remember, those that was forgotten as soon as they appeared. However, this vision – this fantasy – was something he could clearly recall for the first time. Never before could he stare at the people inside his dreams, taking note of the emotions twisting the boy’s face or the pale complexion of a corpse. That man… That man was smiling; it was a smile no matter how small. Just what was that whole thing about anyway? The girl was dead, but the boy was still willing to play. The endgame must've been worth something.
Theo stared at the ceiling, pulling the pillow over his head and the covers over his body. He was going back to sleep. He would be damned if he couldn’t after a rough night like that. Not only did he have practice today, but a two mid-term tests and a try-out at the end of the week. It didn’t help that he had to stay up for his brothers’ football game last night. Slowly, he closed his eyes.
“THEOOOOOOOOO!”
Dammit… At the sound of his name, Theo groaned as he turned to his side, the blankets forming a protective shell, as a pair of heavy footsteps approached his door.
“Theo! Get up!” There was someone at his door already. A deep feminine voice pounded through the wood like a massive jackhammer. “We’re late!”
“…Five more minutes…” Theo grumbled softly, burying himself further into the comfort of his bed.
“No, we got to go!”
“Go away…”
“We’re going now!”
As the person at his door quickly walked away, Theo let out a breath of relief. However, just as he was about to sleep once again, the alarm suddenly blared alive. It was nothing more than a muffle beneath his pillow, but it was still enough to wreck him wide awake once again. He peered at the clock. It was eight in the morning. There was only ten minutes before the first bell.
As much as he wanted to tear the clock’s batteries out, there was an enemy with a bucket of cold water coming its way. Mustering his strength, he pushed himself up and shoved the mass of blankets to the side before stumbling his way to the door. Along the way, he almost tripped on the clothes hazardously tossed around on the carpet. A vest, a shirt, and a pair of jeans were picked up as he stuffed his bag with textbooks, wrinkled essays, and worn notebooks. With a quick glance at the clock once more, he cursed beneath his breath as he saw it was fifteen minutes pass eight. He quickly grabbed the rest of his things and tossed his gymnastic grips into the back pockets.
“I’m up already!” He called out calmly as he left his bedroom, passing by the twins who were each holding a bucket of ice water. They groaned in frustration. He shot them a look, briefly wondering what would've happen if he didn't get up in time. With a disgruntled shrug, Theo shut the bathroom door.
After one quick shower later, Theo entered the kitchen; his hair was too messy to be dealt with so it was left alone. The shower made him considerably better at a long night of perspiration and... well... blood. The kitchen was nearly empty except for the disgruntled sister at the table. Both of his parents were already out at work while the twins still had time before their afternoon class. The counters looked empty as well but, luckily, some coffee remained in the pot as plates of sandwiches were placed next to it.
“Good, you’re here. It’s about time,” his sister huffed, standing from her seat and grabbing the back of his shirt just as he was in reach of the sandwiches.
“Wait!" Theo held up his hands in defense. He glanced at the food forlornly. "The plate--”
“Eat when we get there!” A cup of coffee and a sandwich were shoved into his hands. Before Theo could so much as utter a word, he grabbed the entire plate of sandwiches and was already dragged out the door.
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