Post by Zhou on Mar 3, 2014 11:22:27 GMT -5
Like the sound of a pocket watch, enveloped in cotton...
Nary was there a sound throughout the Yuan household during the elongated absence of the family's patriarch and matriarch. Occasionally the televisions would be flicked on to watch whatever programming had been paid for, the appliances would whir, the old grandfather clock would tick...but when all of those grew still, which was quite often, that was the only sound left. A quick, dull beat, the only thing that filled the ears of the teen still residing within those empty corridors and rooms, the beating heart that was within his chest was the only rhythm that was constant...as boredom crept upon him, as loneliness, accursed as it was, set in, that sound grew nearly maddening. Night after night he would lay in bed, hearing the horrid, hellish beating of his own heart within the darkness to a point wherein he would turn on the television just to drown it out, to sleep. Truth be told, Zhou was never one to adjust to elongated periods of time wherein he was left to his own devices, it unsettled him, agitated him. Perhaps it was that he did not exactly take into account the effects of his parent's absence would have on him, and that was his own fault, yet that did not ease his mind, his anger.
Upon the break of dawn, Zhou sat upon the utilitarian folding chair placed before his cheap desk, memorizing various notes written in an obscure text that it seemed only he knew. Post it notes, notebook paper, graphing paper, all scattered about his desk without a care, as he appeared to be absorbing the knowledge taken from every single note. Sunlight did not often peek through the room, leaving the dull glow of the laptop's screen as the only illumination present...all of the files had been organized, names taken of various important entities, socials, everything was jotted down meticulously in his own code...a smile crept across his rather pale face, as he narrowed down a few names. Pulling the ethernet cord from the laptop, the strange teen lifted his head up, ran his fingers through his own hair, and looked at the clock on the computer. For hours he had spent his time going through the various files present, some merely throwaways, others being much more delectable, with a few digestible bits of information swirling still in his mind. His sleep schedule was growing erratic, part of the stress being endured, also part of what the young lass at school had taught unto him...it was sometimes best to simply break established patterns to get what you want done.
Closing the laptop, the boy moved through the darkness, dressed in a t-shirt and his boxers, to go stare out of the bedroom window his parents. Putting a hand to the side, he pulled one of the curtains back to stare down at the flower beds he had planted a few days ago...they were beautiful. Something truly befitting his parents. Flowers of all shapes and sizes bloomed out of the fertilized soil, miraculously so given the cold weather that had been present throughout the city. With a smirk on his face, he set out to greet the day, showering, going through the only routine still present in his rather boring life, as he then opened the front door. Fully dressed, with his hair tamed as much as it could be, he greeted the rather sunny morning with a smile. Activities had dwindled in the past few days, often boiling down to some interactions with Isolde, one of the few lifelines he still maintained, and though he did bare a grin, the boy did indeed seem incredibly desperate to find something to occupy his time. Walking along the sidewalks of his neighborhood, the boy's thoughts repeatedly went back to the Golden Alice district, the place wherein he had visited a coffee shop not long ago.
Though the weather had been dreadful, his pace quickened, he could recall a park on his way to the shop, and resolved to simply go out and greet the day. Beneath his arm was the older model laptop, devoid of any ability to reach out to wireless networks that doubtlessly linked throughout this part of the city. The net was slowly crumbling, servers going offline all the time due to the workload placed on them within the containment zone. After hours worth of walking, he found his way back to the district, and into the park he had only caught a glimpse of days before...few people were present, but the few that were there consisted of a few children, due to it being the weekend, and a few adults strolling. Calm, quiet, but with just enough noise to make things comfortable. Upon his little trek, he found his way to a park bench that sat beneath a tree, submerged in the shade, where he decided to sit. Leaning his head back for a moment, he took a deep breath of the fresh air, opening up the laptop whilst listening to the birds chirp around the park. Almost the entirety of the day could be planned out beneath this tree, as the district had many places to eat, lounge around at, as well as gather pertinent data concerning the key subjects he had gathered information on.
With the distant laughter of the children as they ran about through some of the more plain bits of grass, and his fingers ticking away at the keyboard, the young Chinese man had found a way to relax after the hellish days at home...
"Now...about those head wounds."
Nary was there a sound throughout the Yuan household during the elongated absence of the family's patriarch and matriarch. Occasionally the televisions would be flicked on to watch whatever programming had been paid for, the appliances would whir, the old grandfather clock would tick...but when all of those grew still, which was quite often, that was the only sound left. A quick, dull beat, the only thing that filled the ears of the teen still residing within those empty corridors and rooms, the beating heart that was within his chest was the only rhythm that was constant...as boredom crept upon him, as loneliness, accursed as it was, set in, that sound grew nearly maddening. Night after night he would lay in bed, hearing the horrid, hellish beating of his own heart within the darkness to a point wherein he would turn on the television just to drown it out, to sleep. Truth be told, Zhou was never one to adjust to elongated periods of time wherein he was left to his own devices, it unsettled him, agitated him. Perhaps it was that he did not exactly take into account the effects of his parent's absence would have on him, and that was his own fault, yet that did not ease his mind, his anger.
Upon the break of dawn, Zhou sat upon the utilitarian folding chair placed before his cheap desk, memorizing various notes written in an obscure text that it seemed only he knew. Post it notes, notebook paper, graphing paper, all scattered about his desk without a care, as he appeared to be absorbing the knowledge taken from every single note. Sunlight did not often peek through the room, leaving the dull glow of the laptop's screen as the only illumination present...all of the files had been organized, names taken of various important entities, socials, everything was jotted down meticulously in his own code...a smile crept across his rather pale face, as he narrowed down a few names. Pulling the ethernet cord from the laptop, the strange teen lifted his head up, ran his fingers through his own hair, and looked at the clock on the computer. For hours he had spent his time going through the various files present, some merely throwaways, others being much more delectable, with a few digestible bits of information swirling still in his mind. His sleep schedule was growing erratic, part of the stress being endured, also part of what the young lass at school had taught unto him...it was sometimes best to simply break established patterns to get what you want done.
Closing the laptop, the boy moved through the darkness, dressed in a t-shirt and his boxers, to go stare out of the bedroom window his parents. Putting a hand to the side, he pulled one of the curtains back to stare down at the flower beds he had planted a few days ago...they were beautiful. Something truly befitting his parents. Flowers of all shapes and sizes bloomed out of the fertilized soil, miraculously so given the cold weather that had been present throughout the city. With a smirk on his face, he set out to greet the day, showering, going through the only routine still present in his rather boring life, as he then opened the front door. Fully dressed, with his hair tamed as much as it could be, he greeted the rather sunny morning with a smile. Activities had dwindled in the past few days, often boiling down to some interactions with Isolde, one of the few lifelines he still maintained, and though he did bare a grin, the boy did indeed seem incredibly desperate to find something to occupy his time. Walking along the sidewalks of his neighborhood, the boy's thoughts repeatedly went back to the Golden Alice district, the place wherein he had visited a coffee shop not long ago.
Though the weather had been dreadful, his pace quickened, he could recall a park on his way to the shop, and resolved to simply go out and greet the day. Beneath his arm was the older model laptop, devoid of any ability to reach out to wireless networks that doubtlessly linked throughout this part of the city. The net was slowly crumbling, servers going offline all the time due to the workload placed on them within the containment zone. After hours worth of walking, he found his way back to the district, and into the park he had only caught a glimpse of days before...few people were present, but the few that were there consisted of a few children, due to it being the weekend, and a few adults strolling. Calm, quiet, but with just enough noise to make things comfortable. Upon his little trek, he found his way to a park bench that sat beneath a tree, submerged in the shade, where he decided to sit. Leaning his head back for a moment, he took a deep breath of the fresh air, opening up the laptop whilst listening to the birds chirp around the park. Almost the entirety of the day could be planned out beneath this tree, as the district had many places to eat, lounge around at, as well as gather pertinent data concerning the key subjects he had gathered information on.
With the distant laughter of the children as they ran about through some of the more plain bits of grass, and his fingers ticking away at the keyboard, the young Chinese man had found a way to relax after the hellish days at home...
"Now...about those head wounds."
