Post by Thorney on Sept 27, 2010 12:46:38 GMT -5
Who: Elric (VERY open)
What: Newly-arrived candidate
When: Late afternoon, during dinner
Where: Candidate barracks, common room
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The sun was just beginning to sink as the boy entered the candidate barracks, appearing quite calm and nonchalant, an oddity in fresh candidates. Generally, any new addition to these rooms would have at least seemed a bit more awed or interested, but this one gave no indication as to what he was feeling. The searchrider had informed him of where candidates stayed, and how he simply needed to find an unoccupied area. He had been quite intrigued to find that each candidate received their own room, though, and a bit relieved as well. Quieter that way. The whole barracks seemed rather deserted as he searched, but with items and clothing in each room, it was easy to tell most of them were taken.
Seeming unruffled, Elric continued down the line of doors, glancing around as he did. The barracks were rather plain; simple, unadorned, and practical. He loved it. To be honest, such bare shelter would suit him beautifully, for he had spent much of life without luxury, living from day to day and never indulging in comfort when it came to his lodgings. The boy preferred the simplistic to the lush, and this would be no different than the nights spent under the stars. Finally, Elric reached a room with an open door, and he ducked inside, finding it empty. Dropping his heavy pack upon the cot, the candidate went about removing his belongings carefully, musing to himself as he did. He wondered where everyone was, with the barracks so deserted, but it was rather late. It was quite possible they were eating.
His stomach gave a great rumble at the thought as he folded a shirt carefully, pausing to grimace slightly before laying the tunic in the trunk at the edge of the cot. He would have to find sustenance for himself soon, apparently. However, for now, Elric concentrated upon getting settled in, folding his clothing neatly and tucking it away before setting his few books upon a shelf. He would also have to eventually find out what sort of schedule he would be expected to keep. He was not so naïve as to think that a candidate’s life was all fun in games; in fact, he rather expected many chores and lessons before he was allowed to stand upon the sands. Though many boys never even bothered to consider such things after being Searched, Elric was far wiser and more intuitive than most brash young men of his age. Of course, he was used to hard work; his life had been dedicated to it.
Squaring his shoulders, the runner sat his throwing daggers in the very bottom of his trunk, allowing his neatly-folded clothing to fall back over them, effectively obscuring the scarred scabbards from sight. Elric had a feeling he wouldn’t be needing them for a long while. Face rather blank, there were no emotions one could read about this candidate, but within, feelings that he refused to show coursed. Excited, yes, he was that, and also a bit eager to begin his life anew once more. After all, even to a rather logical person like him, Impressing a dragon was a rather intriguing idea. It was…fascinating. Finished settling, Elric left, closing the door soundly behind him. Striding down the hall with long, sure steps, the candidate paused in the common room, hearing someone approaching. Ah, remarkably fortunate, that. He could ask them directions to the weyrhall, and a few questions about his schedule. “Could I trouble someone for their assistance, please?” He asked, voice even, attractive, and yet possessing a distinctly formal air.
What: Newly-arrived candidate
When: Late afternoon, during dinner
Where: Candidate barracks, common room
~~~~
The sun was just beginning to sink as the boy entered the candidate barracks, appearing quite calm and nonchalant, an oddity in fresh candidates. Generally, any new addition to these rooms would have at least seemed a bit more awed or interested, but this one gave no indication as to what he was feeling. The searchrider had informed him of where candidates stayed, and how he simply needed to find an unoccupied area. He had been quite intrigued to find that each candidate received their own room, though, and a bit relieved as well. Quieter that way. The whole barracks seemed rather deserted as he searched, but with items and clothing in each room, it was easy to tell most of them were taken.
Seeming unruffled, Elric continued down the line of doors, glancing around as he did. The barracks were rather plain; simple, unadorned, and practical. He loved it. To be honest, such bare shelter would suit him beautifully, for he had spent much of life without luxury, living from day to day and never indulging in comfort when it came to his lodgings. The boy preferred the simplistic to the lush, and this would be no different than the nights spent under the stars. Finally, Elric reached a room with an open door, and he ducked inside, finding it empty. Dropping his heavy pack upon the cot, the candidate went about removing his belongings carefully, musing to himself as he did. He wondered where everyone was, with the barracks so deserted, but it was rather late. It was quite possible they were eating.
His stomach gave a great rumble at the thought as he folded a shirt carefully, pausing to grimace slightly before laying the tunic in the trunk at the edge of the cot. He would have to find sustenance for himself soon, apparently. However, for now, Elric concentrated upon getting settled in, folding his clothing neatly and tucking it away before setting his few books upon a shelf. He would also have to eventually find out what sort of schedule he would be expected to keep. He was not so naïve as to think that a candidate’s life was all fun in games; in fact, he rather expected many chores and lessons before he was allowed to stand upon the sands. Though many boys never even bothered to consider such things after being Searched, Elric was far wiser and more intuitive than most brash young men of his age. Of course, he was used to hard work; his life had been dedicated to it.
Squaring his shoulders, the runner sat his throwing daggers in the very bottom of his trunk, allowing his neatly-folded clothing to fall back over them, effectively obscuring the scarred scabbards from sight. Elric had a feeling he wouldn’t be needing them for a long while. Face rather blank, there were no emotions one could read about this candidate, but within, feelings that he refused to show coursed. Excited, yes, he was that, and also a bit eager to begin his life anew once more. After all, even to a rather logical person like him, Impressing a dragon was a rather intriguing idea. It was…fascinating. Finished settling, Elric left, closing the door soundly behind him. Striding down the hall with long, sure steps, the candidate paused in the common room, hearing someone approaching. Ah, remarkably fortunate, that. He could ask them directions to the weyrhall, and a few questions about his schedule. “Could I trouble someone for their assistance, please?” He asked, voice even, attractive, and yet possessing a distinctly formal air.
