Post by EDGAR CEDRIC VALKYRIE on Dec 26, 2011 22:42:59 GMT -5
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at dawn i had a scotch and made them switch off the porn
Edgar had been enjoying his Christmas vacation thus far. He felt as though he were in a whole different lifetime, back in his beloved Louisiana. The mild winter, the happy people, the music. It was such a change, and he was not looking forward to returning to the Montessori after the new year. Maybe he could drop out. His father's money could protect him from the government if anyone found about him. It didn't seem very likely, though; memory manipulation wasn't a very showy power. Then again, they probably had his name down somewhere since he attended AGM.
When the self-proclaimed gentleman groggily rolled out of bed early one morning, this is what he was thinking about. Hardly a morning had gone by since he had returned home that he did not have the same series of thoughts as soon as he woke. And Edgar was truly making an effort to make the most of his experience at his new school, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as his migraines flared up and cooking became less enjoyable. Edgar's head was left pounding nearly every day with the increased use of his gift, and he continued to cook less than satisfactory dishes due to the combination of lack of concentration and poor-quality cooking utensils in the AGM dorm's kitchen. On top of that, the only person he'd really become acquainted with was Oriana, who was a poor substitute for a friend--she did not seem to like Edgar very much. He supposed, it didn't matter that he didn't have many friends, since he was there with his sister, whom he loved more than anyone else in the world.
With a groan, Edgar stood up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. It was only then that it hit him, just what day this was. Christmas morning! He leaned around the bathroom door to see his clock, to see that it was only 8:02 in the morning. The strange thing was that every year for Christmas thus far, he'd woken up at exactly 8:00 in the morning. He'd never been one of those children who woke up before 6:00, unless he was woken up by Claudia. It was a strange ritual. As though his body knew when it was Christmas.
Once he was done in the bathroom, Edgar grabbed the present he'd gotten for Claudia and put his slippers on before heading towards the living room. The necklace he'd bought her was made of three antique cameos. He wasn't entirely sure if the other parts of it were antique, but it had cost him a bit of money. He didn't mind, of course. Claudia deserved the best. In fact, he was a little disappointed that the gift he'd originally wanted to get her had been snatched up by some other buyer at the last second. After that, he'd decided to stay away from online auctions. He just hoped that Claudia liked it. It had been bothering him all week.
He set the present down under their tree, then went straight for the kitchen, planning to make a special Christmas breakfast for everyone. Maybe it would be a little late, but breakfast had always been late on Christmas. As he set to work, he smiled pleasantly, happy for the chance to use some proper utensils instead of the dingy equipment at school.
When the self-proclaimed gentleman groggily rolled out of bed early one morning, this is what he was thinking about. Hardly a morning had gone by since he had returned home that he did not have the same series of thoughts as soon as he woke. And Edgar was truly making an effort to make the most of his experience at his new school, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as his migraines flared up and cooking became less enjoyable. Edgar's head was left pounding nearly every day with the increased use of his gift, and he continued to cook less than satisfactory dishes due to the combination of lack of concentration and poor-quality cooking utensils in the AGM dorm's kitchen. On top of that, the only person he'd really become acquainted with was Oriana, who was a poor substitute for a friend--she did not seem to like Edgar very much. He supposed, it didn't matter that he didn't have many friends, since he was there with his sister, whom he loved more than anyone else in the world.
With a groan, Edgar stood up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. It was only then that it hit him, just what day this was. Christmas morning! He leaned around the bathroom door to see his clock, to see that it was only 8:02 in the morning. The strange thing was that every year for Christmas thus far, he'd woken up at exactly 8:00 in the morning. He'd never been one of those children who woke up before 6:00, unless he was woken up by Claudia. It was a strange ritual. As though his body knew when it was Christmas.
Once he was done in the bathroom, Edgar grabbed the present he'd gotten for Claudia and put his slippers on before heading towards the living room. The necklace he'd bought her was made of three antique cameos. He wasn't entirely sure if the other parts of it were antique, but it had cost him a bit of money. He didn't mind, of course. Claudia deserved the best. In fact, he was a little disappointed that the gift he'd originally wanted to get her had been snatched up by some other buyer at the last second. After that, he'd decided to stay away from online auctions. He just hoped that Claudia liked it. It had been bothering him all week.
He set the present down under their tree, then went straight for the kitchen, planning to make a special Christmas breakfast for everyone. Maybe it would be a little late, but breakfast had always been late on Christmas. As he set to work, he smiled pleasantly, happy for the chance to use some proper utensils instead of the dingy equipment at school.
TAGGED: Claudia | WORDS: optional | bby | OOC: his favorite hobby is hating on agm