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shyone
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 2, 2009
- Location
- On The Throne Ruling The World
Light streamed through a window in his room as Charles was slowly awoken by the sounds of roosters signeling the coming of morning outside his window. The main thing thought that was going through his mind at this moment was that today was his 23th birthday. The idea flashed through his mind as his large black eyes opened to the world. Remined of his parents promise that a very very special present would be arriving that morning surpirsingly via a limousine. Apperatly it was somthing his father had paid a lot money for and even used some of his connections to arrange, his son Charles inclusion in a special program. The fact he had been included in a program, was something that he didn't know, but he did know that his present would be here when he got up. He crawled out of the bed and walked over to the bathroom and flipped on the light as he let out a soft yawn. He felt like he was in a haze as stood there in the shower and a soft smile crossed his his face when he felt the warm water run over his body, the instant the automatic shower detected him. He stood there for a moment before reaching out and pressing the button which turned out the cold water.
The ice cold water that hit his body instantly snapped him awake and the young man found he could not say "WARM WARM WARM!!!" Fast egough. The change in tempature was almost instant, and soon Andol found his muscules relaxing under the hotwater of the shower that poured down onto his body. Nothing could feel better than this, well at least nothing except getting his gift could be. He reached out his hand to a little dispenser on the wall and soap was squirted into his hands, which he slowly lathered up and smeared all over his pale frame. Stepping back into the water, he felt the slow movment of the soap as it inched it's way down his body and into the drain. Charles somtimes wondered where the drain lead to, or what it would feel like to ride the drain to the place that it lead. The very idea made him laugh softly to himself in a manner that held an slight tone of lunacy to it.
He reached out again and got more soap and repeated the process with long black hair, that now hung around him and down past his shoulders and over his face. It was how the encentric young man usually appered, and some would say in enanched his creepy nature in a way. Even though his creepy nature made him a bit of a pariah, it didn't seem to be somthing that Charles was doing on purpose, nor somthing that bothered him really. The only thing he ever expressed was a slight loneliness, but he didn't like the idea of not being able to be himself ethier. Just someone who had never found there nitche really. Whatever the gift was though he knew that he would like it. This was the thought that went through his mind as he got out of the shower and dried off. Walking back into the bedroom he walked over to the dresser and opened it and pulled out a more clean pair of his sleeping clothes. Just becuase he wanted to look nice, did not mean he was going to dress up.
The feeling of hunger that always attacked him when he woke up began to scream at him to head to the kicthen and so he moved into the hallway with a slow movement, his baggy black pants and long sleeve white shirt seemed like barly fit his lithe frame, but they obviously did, simply becuase they stayed on him. As he descended down the stairs the young man realized that somthing wasn't exactlly right... His parents had left him the house for the weekend, and told him they wouldn't be back until a few days from now. He wondered for a moment if someone had broken in and was now trying to steal things. Still the fact that most of the noise was coming from the kicthen was odd considered that most of the staff had been given vaction. Charles liked to be able to have his independace so that was why his parents gave it to him. There was a certian smell of pancakes that were floating through the air along with many other breakfeast foods. The front door apon inspection had been opened and closed... though left unlocked.
Scrathing his head the male contiuned on his trip down to the kicthen, and found himself left wide eyed... and in shock at what he found. A Lamia... stand there cooking his food... He found himself struck dumb as a red blush covered over his pale face. This would be hidden from his unexpected guest, by the long raven locks that hung down over his face. Quitely he walked over and sat at one of the chairs on the large island bar that seperated them, and waited for her to notice him. The male was a bit to unsure what exactlly to say off hand.
The ice cold water that hit his body instantly snapped him awake and the young man found he could not say "WARM WARM WARM!!!" Fast egough. The change in tempature was almost instant, and soon Andol found his muscules relaxing under the hotwater of the shower that poured down onto his body. Nothing could feel better than this, well at least nothing except getting his gift could be. He reached out his hand to a little dispenser on the wall and soap was squirted into his hands, which he slowly lathered up and smeared all over his pale frame. Stepping back into the water, he felt the slow movment of the soap as it inched it's way down his body and into the drain. Charles somtimes wondered where the drain lead to, or what it would feel like to ride the drain to the place that it lead. The very idea made him laugh softly to himself in a manner that held an slight tone of lunacy to it.
He reached out again and got more soap and repeated the process with long black hair, that now hung around him and down past his shoulders and over his face. It was how the encentric young man usually appered, and some would say in enanched his creepy nature in a way. Even though his creepy nature made him a bit of a pariah, it didn't seem to be somthing that Charles was doing on purpose, nor somthing that bothered him really. The only thing he ever expressed was a slight loneliness, but he didn't like the idea of not being able to be himself ethier. Just someone who had never found there nitche really. Whatever the gift was though he knew that he would like it. This was the thought that went through his mind as he got out of the shower and dried off. Walking back into the bedroom he walked over to the dresser and opened it and pulled out a more clean pair of his sleeping clothes. Just becuase he wanted to look nice, did not mean he was going to dress up.
The feeling of hunger that always attacked him when he woke up began to scream at him to head to the kicthen and so he moved into the hallway with a slow movement, his baggy black pants and long sleeve white shirt seemed like barly fit his lithe frame, but they obviously did, simply becuase they stayed on him. As he descended down the stairs the young man realized that somthing wasn't exactlly right... His parents had left him the house for the weekend, and told him they wouldn't be back until a few days from now. He wondered for a moment if someone had broken in and was now trying to steal things. Still the fact that most of the noise was coming from the kicthen was odd considered that most of the staff had been given vaction. Charles liked to be able to have his independace so that was why his parents gave it to him. There was a certian smell of pancakes that were floating through the air along with many other breakfeast foods. The front door apon inspection had been opened and closed... though left unlocked.
Scrathing his head the male contiuned on his trip down to the kicthen, and found himself left wide eyed... and in shock at what he found. A Lamia... stand there cooking his food... He found himself struck dumb as a red blush covered over his pale face. This would be hidden from his unexpected guest, by the long raven locks that hung down over his face. Quitely he walked over and sat at one of the chairs on the large island bar that seperated them, and waited for her to notice him. The male was a bit to unsure what exactlly to say off hand.