London calling
It was all there open before him. Possibility. Change. The future. Oxford. Everything hung in the balance while he sat around waiting for the post. Dakin scuffed his foot absently at the floor, a bit upset when it didn't leave a mark. He wasn't planning on being at Cutler's for much longer, but it would still be nice to know that he had made something of a tangible impression even if it was just on the linoleum. When it came to intangibles there was already Posner and Hector and, god willing, there was Irwin.
Normally Dakin was entirely certain of most things. He had barely even allowed the fact that there was a possibility he might not get into Oxford cross his mind, but Irwin... That was something else. A few moments of silence, a misinterpreted glance was all it took for doubt to settle into his brain, turning him from the confident would-be conqueror to a pathetic sod almost as bad as Posner in his own way. At least he hadn't resorted to song yet, but but that was hardly as comforting as he would have liked.
Timms was telling a joke they had all heard before to pass the time before class finally ended, Hector sitting silent, still more withdrawn than his usual self. Dakin knew why, they all knew why, but it still went largely unsaid, especially in class itself. In the meantime, all of those unsaid words seemed to hang thick in the room, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable. Irwin wasn't even there to provide a distraction, he'd stepped out five minutes earlier and now they were just killing time. He thought it was all rather pointless really.
As soon as they were released he grabbed his things and was out as quickly as possible. He could see Scripps just ahead of him in the hall, about to head down the stairs. With a slightly annoyed exclamation at being ignored, Dakin called out his name and reached for his friend's shoulder. But the shoulder he grabbed was not the one he was expecting. Startled, he dropped his hand quickly and backed up into what appeared to be a small bank of snow. Only then did the true scope of his sudden shift in geography hit him. Gone were the crowded, familiar school halls, replaced by stone and brick buildings, the open air, and a good deal more snow than he had been expecting at that time of year.
"Fucking hell."
Well, while he may not have known just what had happened, it certainly did add some spice to the interminable cycle of waiting.
[OOC: One newly arrived, very confused (and attractive) English schoolboy. St/lt/etc all good. Timed to mid-morning on the 1st.]
Normally Dakin was entirely certain of most things. He had barely even allowed the fact that there was a possibility he might not get into Oxford cross his mind, but Irwin... That was something else. A few moments of silence, a misinterpreted glance was all it took for doubt to settle into his brain, turning him from the confident would-be conqueror to a pathetic sod almost as bad as Posner in his own way. At least he hadn't resorted to song yet, but but that was hardly as comforting as he would have liked.
Timms was telling a joke they had all heard before to pass the time before class finally ended, Hector sitting silent, still more withdrawn than his usual self. Dakin knew why, they all knew why, but it still went largely unsaid, especially in class itself. In the meantime, all of those unsaid words seemed to hang thick in the room, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable. Irwin wasn't even there to provide a distraction, he'd stepped out five minutes earlier and now they were just killing time. He thought it was all rather pointless really.
As soon as they were released he grabbed his things and was out as quickly as possible. He could see Scripps just ahead of him in the hall, about to head down the stairs. With a slightly annoyed exclamation at being ignored, Dakin called out his name and reached for his friend's shoulder. But the shoulder he grabbed was not the one he was expecting. Startled, he dropped his hand quickly and backed up into what appeared to be a small bank of snow. Only then did the true scope of his sudden shift in geography hit him. Gone were the crowded, familiar school halls, replaced by stone and brick buildings, the open air, and a good deal more snow than he had been expecting at that time of year.
"Fucking hell."
Well, while he may not have known just what had happened, it certainly did add some spice to the interminable cycle of waiting.
[OOC: One newly arrived, very confused (and attractive) English schoolboy. St/lt/etc all good. Timed to mid-morning on the 1st.]