DigitalBlue
Star
- Joined
- Jun 26, 2018
- Location
- The Final Blue
It was just like any other day for Tristan Henderson. It was his last class for the day and he spent it like he usually did, either dozing off in his binder or staring apathetically into the wall. He hated this class, well frankly he hated this college. It wasn’t even his decision to come to this one, it was his parents. But they insisted he go to the big city. Tristan didn’t belong here. He was a small town guy and he didn’t really meld well with people here. I guess that was his whole life though, a loner, a social outcast. It wasn’t that he lacked social skills or lacked good looks, it was that he just hated people in general.
At least back home he had a couple friends who were decent enough. But here he didn’t really have anyone. Here the popular students ruled, jocks, cheerleaders. It was too bad Tristian was an art student, he really wasn’t any better than the nerds, socially. Then class was dismissed finally. Tristan gathered his things and stuffed them into his backpack. He stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder and started for the door. The room was buzzing with chatter from the students. Pushing through, he headed into the hallway.
With the day generally done for most students the classes dumped students into the hallway. They chatted and mingled with each other. Tristan just made his way towards the exit. Outside was business as like always. Tristan headed towards the dorms. His path brought him past the football field. Looking over at a group of students flocking around one of the cheerleaders. He made eye contact with the blonde and turned his apathetic gaze away.
Reaching the student housing building he headed inside and up to his dorm. Entering into the tiny and messy dorm room, he shuffled to his bed. Setting his backpack onto the bed he sat for a moment. His roommate wasn’t here yet, whatever. He got on his computer and did a little photoshop. For at least an hour or so, he didn’t he lost track of time. It was still daylight out thought so maybe he had some time to do some sunset photography. He could also hit the town do some nighttime photos. His roommate wasn’t back still, he shrugged and grabbed his dslr camera. Placing the sling around his neck, he headed outside.
Pausing just outside he pulled a pack of smokes out from his pocket. Taking a cigarette out he placed it into his mouth and lit it. Taking a long drag he let out a huge puff. Then he took his camera in his hands, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. Idly he just sort of just started walking around campus, snapping pictures here and there. It was strangely quiet, although it was Friday so maybe everyone was out partying. The sun had began its dip down and the shadows began to elongate.
Then he heard a scream. He pivoted around looking for the source. Maybe it was just college kids getting rowdy. Turning back around Tristan continued meandering across campus. Cutting through a large grassy area. Some trees and benches were sprinkled around. Shadows and orange light covered the area. Tristan adjusted the aperture on his camera. Snapping a photo he noticed something to his right. His eyes couldn’t really adjust very well to see what it was from here. So he diverted his trajectory and investigated. At first it just looked like a mass. But as he got closer he noticed it was moving, then closer and it started to look like a person, no, people. Snapping a couple photos as he approached, it looked like they were crouched around something. Did something happen to somebody? He didn’t really care but his curiosity got the better of him.
Then he snapped another photo and noticed something odd. Then his cellphone rang, he pulled it out and saw that it was his mother. Looking back up he noticed the people were now walking towards him. Something wasn’t right. Immediately his fight or flight response was triggered. These people weren’t normal. Quickly Tristan dashed away and towards the nearest campus building. Trying the door he noticed hit was unlocked and he quickly entered.
At least back home he had a couple friends who were decent enough. But here he didn’t really have anyone. Here the popular students ruled, jocks, cheerleaders. It was too bad Tristian was an art student, he really wasn’t any better than the nerds, socially. Then class was dismissed finally. Tristan gathered his things and stuffed them into his backpack. He stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder and started for the door. The room was buzzing with chatter from the students. Pushing through, he headed into the hallway.
With the day generally done for most students the classes dumped students into the hallway. They chatted and mingled with each other. Tristan just made his way towards the exit. Outside was business as like always. Tristan headed towards the dorms. His path brought him past the football field. Looking over at a group of students flocking around one of the cheerleaders. He made eye contact with the blonde and turned his apathetic gaze away.
Reaching the student housing building he headed inside and up to his dorm. Entering into the tiny and messy dorm room, he shuffled to his bed. Setting his backpack onto the bed he sat for a moment. His roommate wasn’t here yet, whatever. He got on his computer and did a little photoshop. For at least an hour or so, he didn’t he lost track of time. It was still daylight out thought so maybe he had some time to do some sunset photography. He could also hit the town do some nighttime photos. His roommate wasn’t back still, he shrugged and grabbed his dslr camera. Placing the sling around his neck, he headed outside.
Pausing just outside he pulled a pack of smokes out from his pocket. Taking a cigarette out he placed it into his mouth and lit it. Taking a long drag he let out a huge puff. Then he took his camera in his hands, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. Idly he just sort of just started walking around campus, snapping pictures here and there. It was strangely quiet, although it was Friday so maybe everyone was out partying. The sun had began its dip down and the shadows began to elongate.
Then he heard a scream. He pivoted around looking for the source. Maybe it was just college kids getting rowdy. Turning back around Tristan continued meandering across campus. Cutting through a large grassy area. Some trees and benches were sprinkled around. Shadows and orange light covered the area. Tristan adjusted the aperture on his camera. Snapping a photo he noticed something to his right. His eyes couldn’t really adjust very well to see what it was from here. So he diverted his trajectory and investigated. At first it just looked like a mass. But as he got closer he noticed it was moving, then closer and it started to look like a person, no, people. Snapping a couple photos as he approached, it looked like they were crouched around something. Did something happen to somebody? He didn’t really care but his curiosity got the better of him.
Then he snapped another photo and noticed something odd. Then his cellphone rang, he pulled it out and saw that it was his mother. Looking back up he noticed the people were now walking towards him. Something wasn’t right. Immediately his fight or flight response was triggered. These people weren’t normal. Quickly Tristan dashed away and towards the nearest campus building. Trying the door he noticed hit was unlocked and he quickly entered.