10/18/2012
WHO: Lawrence and Ezra
WHERE: Their dorm room
WHEN: October 18, in the afternoon (likely after classes)
WHY: After his fight with Lester, Lawrence is hitting rock bottom. He's decided to retreat to his room for what he HOPES will be an evening of quiet reflection and peace.
Lawrence was feeling more depressed than ever. He didn't bring any books with him this time; he simply walked briskly and purposely towards his dorm room while making sure not to pay any mind to anybody he might have encountered on the way. If they so much as spoke to him, he did not hear them. But then again, Lawrence wasn't sure why they even would. He was beginning to see just how much of an outcast he really was at Adessi Hall.
He opened his door quickly and shut it just as fast. He leaned against it for a moment, contemplating recent events. But something was... nagging at him. A certain sound. Was it a sound? It seemed like a sound. But maybe it was more like... someone talking. Was there someone in his room? He looked around. Ezra was nowhere to be found. So what was that... infernal...
He whirled around as if discerning where the sound came from. It was... the closet. He stared at it for a few moments. Was he scared? No... it was just a closet. He'd been inside of it before. There wasn't anything to fear from it. So what was this feeling of sudden trepidation slowly climbing up his back? He crept across the room to the closet door and placed his left ear against it.
"Mew... mew... mew..." he heard in rhythmic timing.
Mew...? What was... what could that be? Lawrence only knew of one thing that went mew...
...no, it couldn't be. It really couldn't be, right? Ezra wasn't that stupid, was he? There was no way. Besides, Ezra didn't even seem like a guy who liked cats. And Lawrence hated all animals to begin with. Cats weren't high up on his list of hated animals, but they were definitely there.
No, he had to see for himself now. He slowly pulled the door open and looked inside. There, in the middle of the small space, was a strange box. It was... unusually nice for someone of Ezra's tastes. It was manilla, and lacquered as well. Only shoes could've come in such a box and Lawrence knew very well that Ezra's taste in shoes was... limited.
This led him to believe that someone else had given him the box. Which meant...
The mewing grew louder. Lawrence couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the box and threw open the lid and... there it was.
His worst fear.
A cat.
It sent him reeling. He stepped back in awe of it. Oh, how he hoped it wasn't about to rub up against his leg. He hated cats. He hated all animals. They were all so loud and irritating and interrupted every bit of peace he tried to obtain. How could Ezra be so stupid as to--!?
He took a deep breath. He could feel himself losing control. This... this was too much. Not only was Ezra going to be in trouble, but he was as well. He didn't even do anything. He knew nothing of this cat and how it found its way into Ezra's heart.
He sat down on his bed... and tried to ignore the cat's continued incessant mewing. He was completely unaware of anyone that might be coming through the door at this moment.
WHERE: Their dorm room
WHEN: October 18, in the afternoon (likely after classes)
WHY: After his fight with Lester, Lawrence is hitting rock bottom. He's decided to retreat to his room for what he HOPES will be an evening of quiet reflection and peace.
Lawrence was feeling more depressed than ever. He didn't bring any books with him this time; he simply walked briskly and purposely towards his dorm room while making sure not to pay any mind to anybody he might have encountered on the way. If they so much as spoke to him, he did not hear them. But then again, Lawrence wasn't sure why they even would. He was beginning to see just how much of an outcast he really was at Adessi Hall.
He opened his door quickly and shut it just as fast. He leaned against it for a moment, contemplating recent events. But something was... nagging at him. A certain sound. Was it a sound? It seemed like a sound. But maybe it was more like... someone talking. Was there someone in his room? He looked around. Ezra was nowhere to be found. So what was that... infernal...
He whirled around as if discerning where the sound came from. It was... the closet. He stared at it for a few moments. Was he scared? No... it was just a closet. He'd been inside of it before. There wasn't anything to fear from it. So what was this feeling of sudden trepidation slowly climbing up his back? He crept across the room to the closet door and placed his left ear against it.
"Mew... mew... mew..." he heard in rhythmic timing.
Mew...? What was... what could that be? Lawrence only knew of one thing that went mew...
...no, it couldn't be. It really couldn't be, right? Ezra wasn't that stupid, was he? There was no way. Besides, Ezra didn't even seem like a guy who liked cats. And Lawrence hated all animals to begin with. Cats weren't high up on his list of hated animals, but they were definitely there.
No, he had to see for himself now. He slowly pulled the door open and looked inside. There, in the middle of the small space, was a strange box. It was... unusually nice for someone of Ezra's tastes. It was manilla, and lacquered as well. Only shoes could've come in such a box and Lawrence knew very well that Ezra's taste in shoes was... limited.
This led him to believe that someone else had given him the box. Which meant...
The mewing grew louder. Lawrence couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the box and threw open the lid and... there it was.
His worst fear.
A cat.
It sent him reeling. He stepped back in awe of it. Oh, how he hoped it wasn't about to rub up against his leg. He hated cats. He hated all animals. They were all so loud and irritating and interrupted every bit of peace he tried to obtain. How could Ezra be so stupid as to--!?
He took a deep breath. He could feel himself losing control. This... this was too much. Not only was Ezra going to be in trouble, but he was as well. He didn't even do anything. He knew nothing of this cat and how it found its way into Ezra's heart.
He sat down on his bed... and tried to ignore the cat's continued incessant mewing. He was completely unaware of anyone that might be coming through the door at this moment.