a mislead d e m o n [OPEN]

[Seven]

Evan was bored. And this wasn't the usual, bog-standard, had something to do but didn't feel like it, bored. This was the had nothing to do and therefore had nothing to occupy his mind, bored. Slightly more serious in the boredom scale. He'd had no lessons that afternoon and he'd taken the time to catch up on sleep. Maybe catch-up was the wrong phrase, since Evan wasn't exactly deprived of sleep, he just didn't do it much at night. He found it much more relaxing to catch a few hours shut eye with his feet up on a table, leaning back in some comfortable chair. He didn't know why, it wasn't the way he was brought up, he'd always been brought up to be overly polite. Or maybe that was the case: a bit of rebellion never hurt anyone.

Evan knew he had to work hard if he wanted to get near to his goal of becomming a Navy Medic. It wasn't like he was all that lazy, he did work, just when he wanted to. The grass of the lawn outside was comfortable enough, the evening ticking on towards the fatal hour of curfew. Evan had been at Eddingborough long enough to know that teachers didn't actually joke when it came to punishments of breaking curfew. It wasn't like he was inviting it, he was just too lazy to move, and it wasn't curfew hour yet. The yellow tennis ball Evan tended to carry around with him was slipped out of his jean pocket and tossed up towards the sky. It was an odd prediciment to be in, but Evan didn't care too much, he was perfectly calmed out, lying on the lawn outside the courtyard, tossing a tennisball into the sky. He did need something more interesting to do before long or he'd find some matches somewhere. Evan was a bit of a pyromaniac, so honestly, this was a more productive passtime. Unless someone came around to talk. Who knew.

Evan had never really been one to get home sick, he'd had two homes as a child anyway, one in Aberdeen and one in Benson. To be honest, that was enough to scramble his mind when it came to 'home'. He'd never been able to chose between them. One the one hand Aberdeen was more his sort of town. They'd lived just on the outskirts, more rural areas, but they stayed in Benson when his father wasn't deployed at sea. It was a hard choice there. Still, he was a Scotsman at heart, so Aberdeen appealed for that main reason. More than anything, Evan did miss having a dog around. There'd always been a dog in his house, usually two. Huge shaggy sheepdogs or smaller but equally as shaggy shepherds. He could call his siblings, e-mail his father and mother, but you couldn't really telephone a puppy.

The lights from the far off buildings weren't helping much with Evan's tossing of the tennis ball. He wasn't wasn't paying all that much attention to it. Which was more or less the entire reason why he tossed the ball a tad too high and a good metre or so out of his reach. The ball bounced onto the dark concrete, the elastic letting it bound easily along the empty path. Evan turned dark eyes towards it, clicking his tongue. Typical. The teen rolled himself over, pushing off the cool grass and making his way after the renegade ball. Retrieving the yellow runaway from it's resting place against the foot of a bench, Evan raised his dark eyes across to what seemed to be a lurking grey figure. "Out late aren't you?" He called over brightly, his light scottish accent evident in the quiet night

[Sarah]

The night was calm. Not hot out like Satan's balls, and not cold out like Old Man Winter nipping at his nose. The wind was waving, but serenely, in a way that barely tipped the few leaves that littered the ground. The bare skin on his arms that was left uncovered was not chilled, and neither warmed. The sun was dipping below the horizon, its orange-red-yellowish rays offering little light for those who still ventured outside at this time of dusk. As far as Claude was concerned, it was a perfect night. And, coming from a particularly pessimistic boy, that could be taken as a compliment.

Hardly, but still a compliment.

But other than it being a fair-weathered night, what was Claude doing out here? He had better, more fundamental things he could be doing with his time. He could be studying for the math test that he was bound to fail. Or, perhaps he could get a good late-start on the book report that he was ordered to write, based off the work of J.D Salinger's Catcher in the Rye

[/u]. But then again, grades had rarely been of the third year's concern.

Other than just sitting around and enjoying the night, Claude was doing little of anything. He didn't know much of the grounds around Eddingborough, but very little of it was to his interest. He wasn't about to go exploring. No, for once, Claude was simply relaxing-- which never happened for such a stressful boy. It was funny, in a ironic way, how bored he was becoming, matter of fact.

How long had it been since he was this relaxed, though? Not for a while, Claude believed. He couldn't remember a specific time, at least not a time that had been recent. He hadn't been at Eddingborough for long, but it proved to be just as (If not more) stressful than what his home life had been like in sunny, beachy Florida. As of this moment though, Claude wouldn't care if he was there, rather than this school. He wasn't much of a home-body, by any interpretation of the word. He hated that place.

Just as Claude's mind began to wonder, a bouncing ball latched on to his eyes of sea-blue as it continued to roll. It was only a moment later when it's throwing partner past him by. Claude didn't expect the other to see him in the shadows of one of the great trees that flourished along the grounds, but his thoughts were greatly surpassed. For a moment, Claude considered not responding at all; he didn't need another fallible human to mess around with his bout of peace. But, then again, he was getting bored. "It is getting late, I suppose," Claude shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, though it wasn't to his knowledge whether the other boy could see the simple motion. "I have as much to do out here than I do in there though. Which is just a whole lot of nothing."[/size][/color][/blockquote]