Post by IAN SETH ACKART on Nov 24, 2010 12:32:21 GMT -5
There were a lot of times that Ian just spent all day sitting in his dorm. It wasn't that he sat in there and did nothing. Ian loved to paint. In fact, his brush might as well be an extension of himself. Ian would lay in his bed every morning at dawn and think in a meditative state about what color he was for the day. This morning Ian did that and all he could think of was gray. Ian hated the color gray with a passion. At times he would go as far as to say it wasn't a color. He figured there was a blockage of some kind and he needed to get out and do something to clear his mind. It couldn't hurt to get out of the paint smell and just experience life outside for a bit. The outside made Ian nervous for the most part because nothing good had ever happened for him outside.
Ian motioned for his pet ferret, Roscoe, to climb up his pant leg. Roscoe had been with Ian from nearly the beginning. The two of them were close. There were times, though, that Ian wondered if it were sad that his best friend was a ferret. Roscoe finally ended up crawling up Ian's hoodie and settling into the hood. Ian smiled and headed out. He wore a pair of darkly color jeans with a pair of black swim trunks underneath. Ian was clad in a tightly fit black shirt themed after Ludo, one of his favorite bands, and a baby blue hoodie over it. His converse all-stars scraped the ground as he walked. Ian smirked, remembering that his foster mother had once told him that he was much too lazy to pick up his feet and walk. There weren't a lot of happy memories attached to his past, but there were times that he was glad to have one pop up.
It had really been a while since Ian had gone swimming. He wasn't really sure that he remembered how, but he was willing to chance it. The walk to the pool was at least peaceful. Walking into the gym was nerve racking. He had to walk past all of the work out equipment so that it could make him realize how scrawny he was. Ian had a set of abs, sure, but he definitely wasn't built in other areas. He walked through the door leading to the pool and drew in a deep breath. Ian grabbed a towel that the school provided and sat it on a chair he was going to claim as his own. Ian proceeded to take off his hoodie, t-shirt, and the rest of his clothes except the swim trunks.
Another moment later and Ian dove into the water. The cold rush of the water against his skin was magnificent. He loved the feeling of it. Ian always felt like maybe his senses were more in tune with things like that. He thought of feelings and then transferred them into a picture in his mind. Ian could almost imagine the masterpiece that would unfold on his wall later. Ian broke free of the water, drawing a deep breath. He looked around, wondering where Roscoe had went to. Roscoe wasn't a huge fan of water. Ian figured the splash might have scared the little guy. He smiled as he saw Roscoe's head poking out from underneath his clothes. There you are, little guy. Ian said to his pet.
