Post by Berlioz on Jul 13, 2016 19:33:22 GMT
((July 4th, open to anyone))
"Meh."
And with that most eloquent expression of how he was feeling, the kid flopped down moodily onto his belly on the low wall that bordered the massive fountain of Washington Square Park. This was, in truth, the closest he would get to it - Berlioz absolutely hated getting wet - but all the same, there was something fascinating about watching the water spraying majestically up into the air. It was almost soothing, strangely enough; he sometimes enjoyed just watching it.
But never going quite near enough for the water to actually touch him, and certainly not splashing about in it like he could see some people doing. No way.
He'd come here on his way home from a frustrating day at school, the park was more or less on his way home, and the child often found it was a good place to chill out if he was feeling worked up over something or another. He wouldn't really have called himself an outdoors-y sort of person, for the most part, but... well, he wasn't sure. The park just had some sort of charm about it, Berlioz supposed. It was a nice place, and he was lucky it was so close to his home.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Berlioz shifted position slightly to watch the water being shot high into the sky, and tried to let out some of his annoyance. It had been his last class of the day that had really done it for the boy; art class was never his favourite anyway, and even less so when it involved paint going everywhere thanks to a show-off classmate.
Not that Berlioz was one to talk, with the way he showed off in music class--
Berlioz sighed slightly, ran a couple of fingers around his tight collar. As usual, he was wearing his favourite grey dress shirt and red tie, a look that just felt more natural to the child than anything else did; and while he didn't find it uncomfortable in the slightest, fidgeting with it simply gave him something to do with his hands.
He could feel himself unwinding somewhat, even as he just watched the water jetting up into the sky and then splashing back down into the fountain all over again. Soothing, in its odd way. It was strange how something he detested so much could also have a positive effect on him, when viewed from a safe distance.
Part of him almost wished he had someone to talk to, honestly. Maybe even play-wrestle with - that would work out some of his tension, for sure. In the recent weeks, after all, Berlioz had been starting to feel like he was missing someone from his life, a sibling figure... it would be nice if someone would fill that role, if only for a little while.
But who'd hang out with a strange kid, anyway? Shrugging, Berlioz scoffed to himself.
"I got by this long without a brother or sister; why should I need one now, anyway?"
"Meh."
And with that most eloquent expression of how he was feeling, the kid flopped down moodily onto his belly on the low wall that bordered the massive fountain of Washington Square Park. This was, in truth, the closest he would get to it - Berlioz absolutely hated getting wet - but all the same, there was something fascinating about watching the water spraying majestically up into the air. It was almost soothing, strangely enough; he sometimes enjoyed just watching it.
But never going quite near enough for the water to actually touch him, and certainly not splashing about in it like he could see some people doing. No way.
He'd come here on his way home from a frustrating day at school, the park was more or less on his way home, and the child often found it was a good place to chill out if he was feeling worked up over something or another. He wouldn't really have called himself an outdoors-y sort of person, for the most part, but... well, he wasn't sure. The park just had some sort of charm about it, Berlioz supposed. It was a nice place, and he was lucky it was so close to his home.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Berlioz shifted position slightly to watch the water being shot high into the sky, and tried to let out some of his annoyance. It had been his last class of the day that had really done it for the boy; art class was never his favourite anyway, and even less so when it involved paint going everywhere thanks to a show-off classmate.
Berlioz sighed slightly, ran a couple of fingers around his tight collar. As usual, he was wearing his favourite grey dress shirt and red tie, a look that just felt more natural to the child than anything else did; and while he didn't find it uncomfortable in the slightest, fidgeting with it simply gave him something to do with his hands.
He could feel himself unwinding somewhat, even as he just watched the water jetting up into the sky and then splashing back down into the fountain all over again. Soothing, in its odd way. It was strange how something he detested so much could also have a positive effect on him, when viewed from a safe distance.
Part of him almost wished he had someone to talk to, honestly. Maybe even play-wrestle with - that would work out some of his tension, for sure. In the recent weeks, after all, Berlioz had been starting to feel like he was missing someone from his life, a sibling figure... it would be nice if someone would fill that role, if only for a little while.
But who'd hang out with a strange kid, anyway? Shrugging, Berlioz scoffed to himself.
"I got by this long without a brother or sister; why should I need one now, anyway?"