Post by Cameron Laurier on Aug 8, 2006 13:35:35 GMT -5
He hated it, how he was in Intermise and Pheonix was in Lioano. Every day there was a time, when he couldn't fallow her, and had to return to his common room. Sit alone, and quite afraid of contact with others. Right now, he sat on an arm chair, in one of the darker corners. His legs pulled up, one leaning against the backing of the chair, his chin on the other. Both arms wrapped around the one that was supporting his chin. Both long slim arms, hands clasped at his black cargo pants so that you couldn't see the black nail polish. Black hair was all one length, and his bangs were nearly down to his chin, however they just skimmed the bottom of his upper lip.
Icey grey eyes peered from beneth the black hair, black eyeliner was drawn around his eyes, and a line down from his left eye to his cheekbone, making it look like a sooty tear had left a pathway. While another design mocked his other eye from the corner down from his temple to his cheek. Hair was swept aside slightly so that he could see, bangs all one way and curling into his face.Black t-shirt clung to his thin, short frame. Everytime someone came in, a little wimper, barely audible would escape his lips. He hid, hid from the world. He was afraid of the world, afraid of things his parents expected him to one day face. Countless times he could be seen sitting there, actually crying. No sobs, just tears running endlessly down his face. He had spooked a few kids that way.
Little Cameron Laurier was growing up, without his own consent. Despite that he wanted to stay small and at his 5' height forever, he had grown to 5'2. Still short, for at 14 the average height was 5'5, but he wanted to go back to being 5' and small. He hated the changes that were happening, and wanted to cling onto his past. He hid his face into his knee, black hair falling forward with a slight rustle. Cam couldn't be a shadow without someone to be one of, with Pheonix in her own common room, he was stuck being a person instead of a shadow.
Icey grey eyes peered from beneth the black hair, black eyeliner was drawn around his eyes, and a line down from his left eye to his cheekbone, making it look like a sooty tear had left a pathway. While another design mocked his other eye from the corner down from his temple to his cheek. Hair was swept aside slightly so that he could see, bangs all one way and curling into his face.Black t-shirt clung to his thin, short frame. Everytime someone came in, a little wimper, barely audible would escape his lips. He hid, hid from the world. He was afraid of the world, afraid of things his parents expected him to one day face. Countless times he could be seen sitting there, actually crying. No sobs, just tears running endlessly down his face. He had spooked a few kids that way.
Little Cameron Laurier was growing up, without his own consent. Despite that he wanted to stay small and at his 5' height forever, he had grown to 5'2. Still short, for at 14 the average height was 5'5, but he wanted to go back to being 5' and small. He hated the changes that were happening, and wanted to cling onto his past. He hid his face into his knee, black hair falling forward with a slight rustle. Cam couldn't be a shadow without someone to be one of, with Pheonix in her own common room, he was stuck being a person instead of a shadow.
