Edward is sitting in front of his closet door, making a structure out of his alchemy books. It was probably supposed to be a pyramid, once. His original intention was to clean up his closet a bit and maybe find some of the library books that were long overdue that Mustang kept bothering him about. Really, was it such a big deal that "Early Theorums ( Read more... )

Edward looked around cautiously. He had been in hiding for most of the weekend...he was absolutely terrified that he was going to turn a corner and his commanding officer would be ready to spring at him. Not that Mustang was scary or anything, but he liked to keep his 'work' seperate from school and holy shit, Roy Mustang in Fandom? Edward ( Read more... )

Edward actually crawled out of bed for the first time in what seemed like a week and fiddled with a box of stuff that Winry had sent him. Assembled they turned out to be minature cars that, with some improvisation, looked like minature racecars. He then spent the next twenty minutes amusing himself by sending the car into the walls, bed-posts, and ( Read more... )

Edward was having a heck of a time finding his gloves. He had pretty much stopped wearing them at school, given that no one seemed to care about his limbs being automail or how he'd gotten them, but they'd look nice with his suit. If only he could find his left glove. Of course he didn't have any material to transmute into another glove. Maybe Al ( Read more... )

Edward made like a lump under his blankets. Despite his best attempts at ignoring it, October had rolled around again. He contemplated just staying in bed all day and avoiding people especially Alphonse but knew that was futile. He lay in bed, stared at the ceiling, and sighed ( Read more... )

It was a Saturday. Edward loved Saturdays, it meant he could sleep past noon and well into the afternoon. Was he going to? Probably not. But he was making a valiant attempt at it, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling and willing that pesky sunlight to go away.

[Open to invasion. Really.]

Edward has propped the door open. He doesn't feel much like wandering around tonight, so he's reading through the syllabus for Intro to Magic and making notes in one of the small leather notebooks he keeps on his person at all times. Every now and then he thinks about getting up and getting some food, but then he remembers something else and is ( Read more... )

Edward was making an attempt to unpack his suitcase. His massive store of books had been handwavily sent home over the summer, so he didn't have much yet. In fact, he didn't have much of anything. Maybe three sets of clothes to his name, all in the same state of battered disrepair, and the rest of his suitcase was made up of books ( Read more... )

Edward Elric unlocked the door to 229, threw his suitcase on the floor and immeaditely flopped on his bed, face-first in the pillow. His ass hurt from the long train ride, and that bothered him because by this point he thought he should be immune to that after untolerably long train rides. That, on top of the myriad of new faces he passed getting ( Read more... )

The rest of the cabin better hope that no one else is a pyromaniac, because Ed's little alcove has a few too many books shoved under the bed. There might even be a few still ON the bed. Good thing he's small.Edward is currently sleeping the sleep of the dead. Which includes his head under this pillow. At least he got moved in all right. If he was ( Read more... )