Wednesday, February 28, 2008, a little past four PM. Light had just gotten out of his last class of the day, and he was heading off-campus, downtown, at a brisk pace. It was chilly to say the least, snow glistening white on the ground, so he was sporting a down jacket, gloves, scarf, a hat, and hiking boots. As he walked, he reviewed mentally: ( Read more... )

The bus into Windsor Terrace was remarkably quiet and uncrowded. Light was grateful for that; noisy, packed environments invariably gave him ferocious headaches, and he was reading, so the unexpected peace and quiet was more than welcome. He sat near the door, backpack on the seat next to him, book (Send In The Idiots by Kamran Nazeer) held open ( Read more... )

notes: Backstoryfic for reprism. I figured I might as well get all the ideas I've got floating around for him down; know that whenever I try to get any ideas about a character down in an expository/OOC perspective form, I end up feeling like they sound unbelievably contrived and stupid; and therefore decided to write it as narrative prose. Which is how ( Read more... )