Post by EDWARD PEARSON on Dec 30, 2011 18:04:25 GMT -5
❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂The reason for partying escaped Edward entirely. Why would people want to spend their time in crowded rooms full of annoying music and drunk, hormonal men? It sounded close to hell to him. Unfortunately, that didn't mean he could escape the one happening in the room below his. And while the computer lab wasn't quite as comforting and warm as his room, it was certainly better than floors that shook with every bass beat.
So he'd taken a few of his books, including War and Peace which he'd started re-reading, and come down to the only quiet place he knew that would be open still. He'd settled down on the floor, back rested up against the cold wall and wrapped the blanket he'd brought down with him around his knees, before opening his book and starting to read. It wasn't the most comfortable place he'd ever been, and he had to keep shifting to stop himself from getting horribly dead arms and legs, but it was peaceful and he soon managed to get lost in his reading, as he so often did.
With the lack of sleep from the night before, the low hum of the computers and the warmth he got from his duvet, Edward slowly started to drift of. The book slipped out of his hand and down onto the floor to join the many others sprawled across the room. His head slumped backwards, hitting the wall with a resounding, 'thump,' which no doubt he'd feel in the morning, paired with a crick in his neck and two legs too dead to stand up on. This is what two days surviving only on coffee did to him, and indeed, to most people. ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂
And one man in his time plays many parts.
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