Post by Kurogane on May 10, 2013 19:20:27 GMT -5
[/i]][/color][/size][/center]7:50 A.M| Sunday
♦ Gah!! Standing in the small-- yet astonishing makeshift laboratory created in his home's basement a rather more frustrated than proud of progression air seemed to waft in the air as an pea-green and robin's egg colored frothy mixture oozed down the side of a broken alembic and onto the counter it sat on and down the dusty unkempt floor. Sigh~ It had been three days since he locked himself down in the basement with the full-fledged intention to at least start the origin of an adhesive part coolant that could solidify itself with decent enough drop in temperature. Although as he preferred to work--- that being alone, he only had his mind to bounce ideas off and to be perfectly honest he enjoyed having that way.
People had always been a complex thing to him in his early to mid adolescent years and despite etiquette instruction he usually abstained from dealing with too many people because he knew himself better than anyone. The conversation would flow more into an exchange of daily pleasantries among the like of 'How-do-you-do's' and 'How-have-you-been's' and lastly 'What-have-you-been-up-to's'. Then, that's when the conversation would begin to evaporate like a lake being pressed under the sweltering heat of the sun for centuries--- or in other words one person would say what they would like and he would be forced to say how much he understood them despite not really knowing or caring as to what they were talking about.
♦ Staring up to the equally dusty basement ceiling adorning rather fashionable cobwebs in the corners the dark-haired pale ginger sunk back into his chair and took a deep breath outstretching his hand forward interlocking his fingers and giving them a quick crack-a-lackin' before hopping uncharacteristically out of his seat and onto his feet. "Ain't nothin' gonna' get done if just sit around all day s'pose." While his words rung true they were more a device to employ self-deception to motivate him yet instead all it did was the prime alternative. Yare, yare... This blows ass... Facing the lab with a solemn face he made a prompt 180 and walked to the stairs leading up to the rest of the house flicking the lights off, hanging up his ridiculously grimy lab coat on skeleton figure nearby and exited the room locking the door behind him.
Tomarra'. Def' tomarra'. If not... shaking his head before he could finish his train of thought to break the doubt he about to shoulder himself with the young man somberly walked hands flapping and a' waving childishly to the library where his old instructor and the one letting him stay at his home sat down reading a book. After exchanging hello's and brief inquisition on how the experiment's developments were going Kurogane entered the kitchen swinging the door open with more that what you could say excessive force. Clearly, and I mean clearly he was pissed, not at his instructor, but at his failure. As he plunged his face into the refrigerator like that of a deep sea diver all he could think of was the processes he went through in all forty-seven attempts and how low he was on reagents. Suddenly his expression of deep conscious thought sunk into that of someone that had the shits. It had just occurred to him that now he would have to do the single-handedly most hated thing he had to do in times like this."Outside... I have to go... outside.
[To Be Continued
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