Adjusting the red Skullcandy headphones in his left ear, Leon Terch briskly continued down the courtyard of St. Augustine and took everything in with quick, calculating glares. Although he had pretty much settled himself within his own room and the campus, he still felt as if he was landing on another planet. Coming up from Detroit, the isolated feeling brought about by a boarding school intrigued and slightly frightened him. In between the rhythmic steps he took in conjuction to Dr. Who Dat's Viberian Twilight, Leon also tried his very best to ignore the stares he recieved from passing students and the occasional teacher or staff member.
It's probably the hair, he told himself. Usually when he would tell himself something, he would generally believe the thoughts that made themselves audible. There was once a saying made by a character in a book he read in the past. The character was the mentor of a troubled young man. The character (who was indeed a wise individual) told the boy something that made itself into Leon's invisible book of words to live by. "Don't tell lies that not even you can believe." These words crept into his ears and hastened his pace. While he generally avoided making his emotions visually noticeable to people, especially strangers, he couldn't help but let his subtle frown turn into a small scowl. It didn't help that coming from Detroit, he was usually met with poor first encounters from others but this was a little too much. Maybe it was the white hair and the fact that his school uniform was covered with an urban hoodie that gave him the strange stares.
Doesn't matter, he stammered in his head,
They can think whatever they want to think. Probably never seen a black person before.
That last thought betrayed him when he noticed a small coupled of black students conversing with each other. Again, he remembered another saying he heard in the past. This time, however, it had actually happened. Before leaving for St. Augustine, a teacher of his last school told him the very day he went home to pack, "Listen, brother, it's always good to be aware of the world that you've been put in. However, don't make conflict with false enemies." Although he took the saying with little agreement, Leon couldn't help but dismiss his own prejudices of possible prejudices at the given moment and simply made his way into the building.
It had taken him some to fully navigate the school beforehand and even then it took him awhile to get reacquainted with the school's interior. After a series of direction questions, stair walking, dead end stops, wrong rooms, and a few moments of frustration (he hated himself for being late in the first place), he finally arrived at the room. As the music from his iPod faded, he opened the door and instantly scanned the room. He matched the faces with the plaques that etched their names.
Pretty interesting group, not really what I expected but nice. Unable to resist the habits associated with his father, he took the time to keep his gaze on some of the female members in the room for a second extra.
Not bad. Nice. Well damn, that's just really nice, he thought to himself as his eyes fell upon each and every girl in the room. Realizing that he had been staring around the room for more than ten seconds, he came back to reality and blinked his eyes once, changing his neutral expression to that of a casual, fun-lovng smile that caused his sharp brown eyes to glint with a sort of hidden impishness.
"Looks like I made it to the right room," Leon began only to follow up with, "How's everybody? Hope I didn't miss the whole thing." It was always nice to start off with a soft joke and he felt fairly content with his first contact with the people he would be practically spending a large portion of his life with. Walking deeper into the room, he looked around again to notice his name etched in a plaque. Exposing a little more teeth in his already jolly grin he placed his backpack down and sat down.
The feeling of lateness made itself apparant again as it seemed that he was the last one to enter. But the thought was quickly pushed aside as if it had done him a great injustice since he didn't fully take the time to look the whole room over. He began to take in the appearance of his fellow councilmen and women by swift unseen glances and took the time to actually size up a few of them. The few that stood out were those of Kael Daugherty, Lena Akagi, and Selena Giardina. In particular, the one known as Kael Daugherty gave off an interesting air. Something along the lines of rowdiness with deep seeded honesty.
A viable candidate for a friend, he thought.
Making slight rhythmic taps that continued to mimic the song he had listened to while making the journey to the meeting, Leon waited with a sort of restless patience for the beginning of the first meeting.
(For anybody curious as to what the song sounds like, I got the link right
here)
