Post by Jan van Dijk on Jun 12, 2010 16:46:24 GMT -5
[For Jan, Matthew, Ludwig and Feliciano.]
Every hallway, every single damn hallway was so extremely long. The hallway at the entrance was, the hallways that led from class to class, hallways that led to the cafeteria and so and now even the hallway leading to the dorms. What was the use? Honestly, Jan didn't understand why so much space was wasted by planting endless hallways inside this school, forcing students to walk for ages. Or perhaps that was his perception of things, seems he hadn't been completely in his right mind when he arrive and walked around, exploring the thus far unknown surroundings. Drugs and boredom did some weird things to your mind, weirder than either on their on.
His mind had cleared up for most part as he went down this last hallway, dragging his suitcase behind him casually. There was a cigarette, unlighted, in his mouth. It wasn't so much that he needed to smoke, the item being there was enough for him to cope with right now. As long as his dorm room had a window he could perhaps get away with lighting it, no one would find out if he was careful. Jan really needed to look into the school's policy on smoking, he might not do it a whole lot these days but that didn't mean he quit for good.
Finally he saw the doors that undoubtedly led to their rooms. His was number 3, wasn't it? If it wasn't then tough luck for the owners of that particular room, he wouldn't move out of a place he claimed as his own.
Looking over to his left, Jan began to pay close attention to the numbers, stopping at number 3. He cast a glance sideways to see the room next to his being open. Some people were way to early he thought. Whatever, dropping his suitcase he reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open. No one seemed to be around yet which was a great relief to the Dutchman, not having to deal with anyone else.
Picking up the suitcase again he proceeded into the room, it looked decent, he admitted. But those beds, honestly, bunk beds? They weren't kids.
It couldn't be helped. Jan sighed deep and threw his suitcase on the bottom of one of the bunk beds, claiming it as his right away. With that done he reached into his pocket to fish out a lighter, went to the window and pushed it open. The fresh air greeted him straight away as a soft breeze came rolling in, playing around with his hair and the rim of his shirt. For a moment it felt like he wasn't there anymore, sadly the sounds from outside disturbed his thoughts and brought his mind crashing back to earth.
Dealing with this could be a annoying experience, no one who spoke his language either, thank god his English wasn't terrible. “Ben beter af thuis,” muttering to himself in his own tongue he leaned out the window, arms resting on the windowsill as he lighted his cigarette, taking in a deep breath before slowly exhaling the smoke.
His roommates better be normal, Jan thought.
Every hallway, every single damn hallway was so extremely long. The hallway at the entrance was, the hallways that led from class to class, hallways that led to the cafeteria and so and now even the hallway leading to the dorms. What was the use? Honestly, Jan didn't understand why so much space was wasted by planting endless hallways inside this school, forcing students to walk for ages. Or perhaps that was his perception of things, seems he hadn't been completely in his right mind when he arrive and walked around, exploring the thus far unknown surroundings. Drugs and boredom did some weird things to your mind, weirder than either on their on.
His mind had cleared up for most part as he went down this last hallway, dragging his suitcase behind him casually. There was a cigarette, unlighted, in his mouth. It wasn't so much that he needed to smoke, the item being there was enough for him to cope with right now. As long as his dorm room had a window he could perhaps get away with lighting it, no one would find out if he was careful. Jan really needed to look into the school's policy on smoking, he might not do it a whole lot these days but that didn't mean he quit for good.
Finally he saw the doors that undoubtedly led to their rooms. His was number 3, wasn't it? If it wasn't then tough luck for the owners of that particular room, he wouldn't move out of a place he claimed as his own.
Looking over to his left, Jan began to pay close attention to the numbers, stopping at number 3. He cast a glance sideways to see the room next to his being open. Some people were way to early he thought. Whatever, dropping his suitcase he reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open. No one seemed to be around yet which was a great relief to the Dutchman, not having to deal with anyone else.
Picking up the suitcase again he proceeded into the room, it looked decent, he admitted. But those beds, honestly, bunk beds? They weren't kids.
It couldn't be helped. Jan sighed deep and threw his suitcase on the bottom of one of the bunk beds, claiming it as his right away. With that done he reached into his pocket to fish out a lighter, went to the window and pushed it open. The fresh air greeted him straight away as a soft breeze came rolling in, playing around with his hair and the rim of his shirt. For a moment it felt like he wasn't there anymore, sadly the sounds from outside disturbed his thoughts and brought his mind crashing back to earth.
Dealing with this could be a annoying experience, no one who spoke his language either, thank god his English wasn't terrible. “Ben beter af thuis,” muttering to himself in his own tongue he leaned out the window, arms resting on the windowsill as he lighted his cigarette, taking in a deep breath before slowly exhaling the smoke.
His roommates better be normal, Jan thought.
