11-07-2015, 04:13 AM
The party was now in its final stages as the clock was nearing the hour before midnight. It could have gone on longer, fair enough as the fraternity usually liked to party for extremely long hours on the weekends at times that did not end until times to when the sun would begin to rise, but the party had become a bit of a bore. Alex was not the only one who got tossed. There were plenty more, not done by Corbin, who were sent out because they were either "perverts" or "fags."
He sat in the chair in his room, slouched over partially, bored out of his mind from the previous incident, his hand spinning the broken white rose around in his hands.The girl had been slightly shaken over so much she did not want to continue. Truthfully, Corbin could not have given an exact care as to why the male would come to the party, but who let him all the way up to the second floor and into his room? That was really creepy.
He thought perhaps he had done a bit too much, especially when he was drunk. Perhaps the male saying that the hood was all he had left of his mother was a bit of remorse. He looked at the clock and contemplated heading to the campus and out into the grass fields. Maybe there was a way to fix the hoodie for the male.
He would have gone, at least, but he heard this voice enter his head. To him, it sounded like a mixture of John Legend and Sam Smith: A bit deep and masculine but light enough to be mysterious and alluring, almost inviting. And how inviting it was that he was getting up from the chair and heading downstairs and out the door, Corbin yelling out to his friends "I'm going out for a run!"
He looked the part at least, the male zipping up his white track jacket as he was only clad in some gym shorts and a crimson T-shirt underneath complete with black gym shorts and running shoes. That's how intent he was on seemingly apologizing to the male. He followed the voice as much as he could, Corbin deep into the park that seemingly took him miles to walk. The park itself was big, but honestly Corbin could not say he had ever been that far.
He could not fight the voice from his head however. It was pulsating in his head like a migraine minus the pain.
"What's going...on...." He attempted to rub his head, but soon realized he was standing on some kind of ritual circle. The white rose fell from his hands again as he began to back away and attempt to get out the park.
(lol okay)
He sat in the chair in his room, slouched over partially, bored out of his mind from the previous incident, his hand spinning the broken white rose around in his hands.The girl had been slightly shaken over so much she did not want to continue. Truthfully, Corbin could not have given an exact care as to why the male would come to the party, but who let him all the way up to the second floor and into his room? That was really creepy.
He thought perhaps he had done a bit too much, especially when he was drunk. Perhaps the male saying that the hood was all he had left of his mother was a bit of remorse. He looked at the clock and contemplated heading to the campus and out into the grass fields. Maybe there was a way to fix the hoodie for the male.
He would have gone, at least, but he heard this voice enter his head. To him, it sounded like a mixture of John Legend and Sam Smith: A bit deep and masculine but light enough to be mysterious and alluring, almost inviting. And how inviting it was that he was getting up from the chair and heading downstairs and out the door, Corbin yelling out to his friends "I'm going out for a run!"
He looked the part at least, the male zipping up his white track jacket as he was only clad in some gym shorts and a crimson T-shirt underneath complete with black gym shorts and running shoes. That's how intent he was on seemingly apologizing to the male. He followed the voice as much as he could, Corbin deep into the park that seemingly took him miles to walk. The park itself was big, but honestly Corbin could not say he had ever been that far.
He could not fight the voice from his head however. It was pulsating in his head like a migraine minus the pain.
"What's going...on...." He attempted to rub his head, but soon realized he was standing on some kind of ritual circle. The white rose fell from his hands again as he began to back away and attempt to get out the park.
(lol okay)