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Posts : 391 Join date : 2012-04-03 Age : 27 Location : 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney
Subject: riot rhythm (selene) Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:41 am
ALEC SANFORD, SON OF KHIONE
not a lot of words ;
Alec hated dances. So why was he at one? It was the question that has been running through his mind ever since he stepped through the doors of the Mess Hall. Immediately, he was blinded by flashing red and green lights and almost tripped on a deflated white balloon. The son of Khione was seriously starting to hate his luck. First, he was dragged to a stupid dance by his stupid half-brothers and they ditch him once they found pretty girls to hit on? The eighteen year old had to control himself before he would bury them alive in the snow outside.
Seated on a chair farthest from the dance floor, he glared at the figures swaying around the room. How did people find entertainment in this? All you did was dress up, dance, and socialize. Stuff you could do on a daily basis. He looked down at his failed attempt to dress up for the dance. Alec was seriously undressed in his rumpled maroon button-down, jeans, and grey Vans. His friends urged him to wear something more formal, but he'd shrug them off and tell them his attire was fine. Looks like he should have listened, after all.
When the last of his half-brothers found a girl to stay with. Alec figured he could just ditch them and go back to the cabin. He'd be alone, sure, but it was better than appearing to be a loser at the dance. Something inside him nagged him to stay and to be a good sport and that was enough for him to consider his stay. Shoving his hand in the pocket of his jeans, he fished for his iTouch. Normally, camp didn't allow gadgets, but Alec never abided by the rules anyway. He kept it hidden under the table as he started to play Temple Run, to refrain his boredom. Screw it. This was the last time he'd ever listen to his half-siblings again.