by epimetheus » Mon Feb 09, 2015 11:46 am
zitao promptly walks in, seeing only a few plumies who already have arrived. ze flashes a grin at the few who look up as ze enters, and then leans down, pretending to have to fix zis shirt or something. ze walks off to the side, seeing that there are no plumes that ze knows in particular who have arrived already. with a sigh ze sits in an empty seat and crosses one leg over the other, rapidly drumming zis fingers on zis knee. zitao wasn't exactly one for socializing, but enjoyed the simple chat with a stranger every now and then. the group of people that ze considered friends wasn't that large anyway. ze pulls a small notebook out of zis jacket and looks around the room, before he begins to jot down words in messy, thin handwriting. if emmett didn't arrive, this evening wouldn't really mean much to zim, or be that eventful. others walk in and walk around, smiling and waving to friends, talking and chatting and everything of the sort. i really need to get out more. who are all of these people? ze thinks with another sigh, shoving zis notebook away and running a hand through zis soft blonde hair. now zitao did wish that someone would be so kind as to actually engage in conversation with zim, relieve zim of his bored-ness and loneliness.
bruce's hand shakes a bit as he walks in and gazes at the large room. this was a bad, bad decision, he immediately thinks, and considers leaving. but then again, he is quite lonely and depressed, so he's been hoping to meet someone and at least form a friendship. he immediately hears shrieks and shouting from somewhere up above him, and makes a note to avoid whatever the hell is taking place there. he generally doesn't know anyone who's here, and was never a huge fan of valentine's day anyway. he walks around, mumbling to himself, humming, and eventually lets out a huge sigh as he comes to a stop. what the hell is he doing here, anyway? there are such better things to do back home, and it isn't just as if he can just go outside somewhere and graffiti or something. he feels quite a lot of stress, breathing heavily, and runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. though he initially didn't plan on it, he slowly makes his way to the roof, where things seem to have calmed down since earlier. with odd looks from those already up here, he goes to an empty place of the roof and sits down, staring up at the sky and it's beauty. with nothing else to do, he begins quietly singing to himself, a soft and sad song that he's grown quite fond of. bruce now hopes no one finds him, being quite shy about his singing.
(ill probs introduce nov later, gotta go now hhh
but anyone can jump in i guess??)
