Post by Radio Coven on Aug 21, 2006 12:03:46 GMT
Radio walked slowly, his head bent down as he started unwaveringly at the ground before him, his violet orbs vanishing every few seconds as he brought his pale eyelids down to blink.
His clothes were more ironed than usual and he looked halfway to presentable, his purple velvet jacket was a tight fit having been shrunk somehow, but he preferred it like that, his black trousers were also fitted, his shoes were a size too big though and he would sometimes trip in them, the only other thing he wore was the black shirt under his jacket, it wasn't fitted and was slightly ruffled under the tight jacket.
His jet black fringe blocked most of the ground under him from view, for his right eye at least, but it was no problem, he was more than able to see his way, even if he had no idea what was in front of him at this very moment.
Radio chose to look up, his eyes scanning the street in front of him, not many people were out, which wasn't surprising considering it was rather late at night, his parents wouldn't be very happy when he finally decided to return home, but he didn't care; today was one of the few days he felt like acting out of place without even caring of the punishment, his mother would surly take something from him, probably this jacket, it was really the only thing he loved enough. Excluding Izobel of course, as always a small smile tugged at his lips as he thought of her, his eyes now trained back on the ground, he sighed lightly now wishing he had someone to converse with, anyone at all.
His clothes were more ironed than usual and he looked halfway to presentable, his purple velvet jacket was a tight fit having been shrunk somehow, but he preferred it like that, his black trousers were also fitted, his shoes were a size too big though and he would sometimes trip in them, the only other thing he wore was the black shirt under his jacket, it wasn't fitted and was slightly ruffled under the tight jacket.
His jet black fringe blocked most of the ground under him from view, for his right eye at least, but it was no problem, he was more than able to see his way, even if he had no idea what was in front of him at this very moment.
Radio chose to look up, his eyes scanning the street in front of him, not many people were out, which wasn't surprising considering it was rather late at night, his parents wouldn't be very happy when he finally decided to return home, but he didn't care; today was one of the few days he felt like acting out of place without even caring of the punishment, his mother would surly take something from him, probably this jacket, it was really the only thing he loved enough. Excluding Izobel of course, as always a small smile tugged at his lips as he thought of her, his eyes now trained back on the ground, he sighed lightly now wishing he had someone to converse with, anyone at all.
