After School Studies & Quiet Eve's
Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:18 am
The ambience of the evening surrounded the courtyard of the school, the birds sing there lullabies and melodies. The wind kicked up a slight breeze and the sound of leaves dragging on concrete…..and nothing more. It was completely quiet at this time of day it was odd to not even hear any sounds from the city, as if the world stopped around the school creating a kind of serenity of calm.
Crono with his history book and a copy of the holy bible made his way to the center of the courtyard. There was a tree planted dead center that seemed to have a bit of history behind it. His hand toughed the bark of the medium sized tree, his fingers traced the natural flow of the bark.
“You have some history don’t you?” he said softly to the tree as it swayed into the wind and rocked back.
He smiled for a moment looking up at the leaves cutting into the light as if the tree made the sky glitter. Crono was the kind of person to enjoy a quiet atmosphere to study and physically train his body. He was good at multi-tasking. Like using your left or right hand it was natural to him. He though of no better way to use this skill but to work out wile studying for his classes. So far he has had a massive amount of history and literature to catch up on.
He opened the bible and with his hand rubbed the spine of the book bending the page to keep it from flipping pages on him; he repeated the same with the history book placing them in the grass together.
With an oomph he back flipped into a handstand. His legs waved forward and back and then forward again to get his balance. He walked with his hands over to the books and looking down there where his books open and ready just as good as any desk. He bent his arms the books grew closer to his face, with this he held the position and read a page before pushing back up and then back down reading a page on the other book. As he read the books swiftly his mouth lip sinking the thoughts that flooded into his head, the blood rushing to his head didn’t help his concentration but everything was an advancement opportunity to build a skill. Sometimes it took two or three push ups to acquire the information.
This silly looking process went on for as along as he could hold his body off the ground.
Soon his mined started to wonder, “I wish I could go out onto the streets and fight like the rest of them. There all so strong……So much potential. Yet I am forced to ……..ah it did not matter…..they where crime fighters…its what they do…..I am just a scholar, but I refuse to be weak………” his lips seemed to start sinking the two different thoughts one into his brain and the one ranting out loud pearcing the silence into the yard.
"I.........I cant become weak........I" memories started to flood from his mind. the overwlming amount of information escaped into a deluge of concious thought throing his ballance off as a sharp pain shot though his head. his body crashed into the grass sending a few leafs flutering up from the ground.
He rolled onto his back and sat up dissapointed as if to clearly remember he was better than this, as he gased into his clenching palm..........
Crono with his history book and a copy of the holy bible made his way to the center of the courtyard. There was a tree planted dead center that seemed to have a bit of history behind it. His hand toughed the bark of the medium sized tree, his fingers traced the natural flow of the bark.
“You have some history don’t you?” he said softly to the tree as it swayed into the wind and rocked back.
He smiled for a moment looking up at the leaves cutting into the light as if the tree made the sky glitter. Crono was the kind of person to enjoy a quiet atmosphere to study and physically train his body. He was good at multi-tasking. Like using your left or right hand it was natural to him. He though of no better way to use this skill but to work out wile studying for his classes. So far he has had a massive amount of history and literature to catch up on.
He opened the bible and with his hand rubbed the spine of the book bending the page to keep it from flipping pages on him; he repeated the same with the history book placing them in the grass together.
With an oomph he back flipped into a handstand. His legs waved forward and back and then forward again to get his balance. He walked with his hands over to the books and looking down there where his books open and ready just as good as any desk. He bent his arms the books grew closer to his face, with this he held the position and read a page before pushing back up and then back down reading a page on the other book. As he read the books swiftly his mouth lip sinking the thoughts that flooded into his head, the blood rushing to his head didn’t help his concentration but everything was an advancement opportunity to build a skill. Sometimes it took two or three push ups to acquire the information.
This silly looking process went on for as along as he could hold his body off the ground.
Soon his mined started to wonder, “I wish I could go out onto the streets and fight like the rest of them. There all so strong……So much potential. Yet I am forced to ……..ah it did not matter…..they where crime fighters…its what they do…..I am just a scholar, but I refuse to be weak………” his lips seemed to start sinking the two different thoughts one into his brain and the one ranting out loud pearcing the silence into the yard.
"I.........I cant become weak........I" memories started to flood from his mind. the overwlming amount of information escaped into a deluge of concious thought throing his ballance off as a sharp pain shot though his head. his body crashed into the grass sending a few leafs flutering up from the ground.
He rolled onto his back and sat up dissapointed as if to clearly remember he was better than this, as he gased into his clenching palm..........