`` room thirteen ;; aeleus

[francis cohn]

Although it had never before been an issue that affected him, Francis found himself completely overwhelmed by the horror that was global warming. The heat he felt creeping up the back of his neck was bringing him to nothing short of panic. He was embarrassed; for once in Francis Cohn’s life, he was embarrassed. His palms sweated out enough moisture to keep two or three goldfish alive for an indefinite period of time, his brow was beaded with a film of clamminess and his eyes were squinted as he looked past the glaring lights at the laughing crowd. He was confused at why they were laughing. “What is so funny?” he shouted, brandishing his fists rather wildly.

A chill went up his back and he turned around, a man stood behind him. Although this man was completely unfamiliar to Francis, every muscle in his body seemed to tense up, every hair stood on end, his mouth went dry – this guy was bad news. “What is funny, Francis, is you.” the man said, answering a question Francis barely remembered asking, his stomach was tied in knots – it felt like lead. “You do not realise, Francis, that you’re abilities are not even special.” the man drawled, “You are here because no where else wants you.” Francis wanted to say something, but he didn’t have a voice to say it with. “I tell you the truth boy, you do not deserve to be here.” the man said, his voice was suddenly very loud, it echoed all around the suddenly empty and very dark auditorium.

Francis began to run.

Bleep, bleep, bleep. What is that noise? Francis wondered frantically, as he pounded the ground with his feet, though he didn’t seem to go anywhere. Bleep, bleep, bleep. He needed to get away from the man who was shouting, “You are a completely mediocre human being. You are nothing special.” Francis’ eyes were leaking, what is this moisture? He asked himself, forcing himself to keep running although he realised it was futile. Bleep, bleep, bleep. The man’s voice was magnified louder somehow – although previously Francis had not thought it possible for it to get any louder. He tripped, hitting the ground heavily. Bleep, bleep, bleep. Hang on, he recognised that noise!

It was his alarm.

Francis sat up suddenly. He was covered in a mist of cold sweat droplets. He was panting, almost as if he had physically been running. “It was just a dream.” he told himself. Then he suddenly remembered that he was in a dorm, there were other boys here. Hopefully they were asleep. It was a Saturday, there was no alarm. He raised an eyebrow and looked over, he was almost sure that there was someone else in the room. “Aeleus?”

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[Ienzo <//3]

Aeleus knew exactly where he wanted to go. As soon as Nadia opened her bedroom door he slipped through the gap and was off down the corridor. With a bound he was down around the corner and at a slightly open door with a familiar scent. Aeleus and his master shared a strong sense of smell, the smell radiating from the room was the scent of one Francis Cohn.
Aeleus slowed down to a prowl as he approched the slightly ajar door. With a sniff of the air to check it was the right room Aeleus pushed his small black nose against the door moving it open, his wiskers telling him the gap was big enough.
Slipping through into the room, Aeleus sat down in the floor, facing the bed where Francis was fairly thrashing about. Aeleus lifted his right paw and began to lick his paw and clean his ears, to find this usual cleaning routine fairly hindered by the large pink bow attatched to his neck. With a low growl Aeleus lifted his front paws and started to tug at the bow, claws out.
The removal of front paws from the ground caused Aeleus to go tumbling to the floor where he proceeded to roll around tugging at the bow, blue eyes wide, white claws bared.

OOC: d**n its hard to write like a cat ¬_¬''

[francis cohn]

Sure enough, the cat growled in reply. Francis smiled, as long as he knew who it was who was in the room with him. The black cat was wearing a large pink bow, Francis’ smile mutated into a smirk. He scratched Aeleus behind the ears and then walked over to his wardrobe. He flung open the doors and looked for new clothes. He pulled his baggy white top up over his head and it dropped to the floor, quickly followed by the boxer shorts he was wearing. He stalked defiantly into the bathroom and began to vigorously brush his teeth. After almost three full minutes of the teeth brushing he put on some new underwear and stood beside his wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. “What do you think, Aeleus? Purple top or yellow?” he knew the cat wouldn’t answer, but sometimes it was worth a shot.

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