“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle"
Sometimes he wonders if there's more to life than this.
Gazes look past him , and with paranoia, they force him to take a discreet look over his shoulder. Ever since that doomed trip into the world of dark magic it's been louder, more insistent, and its whispers echo in his head in a way that has him shaking them away. You aren't the first one - you don't listen to its confused murmurings, stuck in that place with the killing and the screaming where a monster lurked and waited with bated breath. Back in your old life all you want to do is forget (they say he has trauma and doesn't remember, but you do), and with your fingers circling the page, it's what you intend to do.
They say that most personalities drown out Flynn. Reserved, quiet and even somewhat stubborn it is not like he comes across well to most. Flynn, you will always be that guy that people know but they don't really know. Some may be a little unhinged around you, others find the whole 'act' pretty intriguing. But you like it that way, don't you? Flynn isn't the most sentimental or even extroverted of people, but what do you have to do.
He hoped no one noticed as he read the book from his lap, the words still spinning in his mind like a cartoon. A whirlwind of nouns and syllables and watery black ink danced around his mind, desperately trying to distract him. The ink took the form of a skull, and then dissipated from his mind once more.
Before you know, you hear a shrill noise that could only mean one thing- real classes.
“I’m strolling over to the new kids class. I’ll see you,”
"I think I'm in 101. I'll be there soon"
Fumbling with meaningless things he gave Todd a wave and was off again, slipping in to the crowd that gathered. The boy- being fairly tall- could almost see over the tops of most of the student's heads. It was a feature that made him stand out, but a useful one at that. There was a distinct divide in the New Bloods and the Superlatives that poured out of the superlative class. Distinctively unsure, even the New Bloods that seemed as if they knew what they were doing just didn't look that sure.
Through a window came strings of sunlight, and seemingly from thin air a manifestation of his shadow sprung from the floor. Clad in all black and bearing a strikingly similar appearance to the grim reaper, Chandler's solid form was basically guaranteed to freak some people out.
"Why now, Chandler" He whispered to the thing, floating a foot above the ground (And although Flynn was six foot, standing about a foot taller than him) with his nonexistent face staring, almost condescendingly, at the student body. A few comments from the new kids here and there, and Flynn begrudgingly made his way to the first class, Chandler trailing a hand's width behind him.
He didn't bother to knock as he came in, giving a quick nod to the teacher, and awkwardly standing at the side next to Atheya, Chandler right there. Hopefully it would not be long until he got bored and decided to evaporate, but it didn't seem like any time soon, and the seven foot demon-looking shadow floated behind him.
"Oh and sorry I'm late... again" He shrugged, at least comforting himself with the fact most didn't bother to show up at all.
Sometimes he wonders if there's more to life than this.
Gazes look past him , and with paranoia, they force him to take a discreet look over his shoulder. Ever since that doomed trip into the world of dark magic it's been louder, more insistent, and its whispers echo in his head in a way that has him shaking them away. You aren't the first one - you don't listen to its confused murmurings, stuck in that place with the killing and the screaming where a monster lurked and waited with bated breath. Back in your old life all you want to do is forget (they say he has trauma and doesn't remember, but you do), and with your fingers circling the page, it's what you intend to do.
They say that most personalities drown out Flynn. Reserved, quiet and even somewhat stubborn it is not like he comes across well to most. Flynn, you will always be that guy that people know but they don't really know. Some may be a little unhinged around you, others find the whole 'act' pretty intriguing. But you like it that way, don't you? Flynn isn't the most sentimental or even extroverted of people, but what do you have to do.
He hoped no one noticed as he read the book from his lap, the words still spinning in his mind like a cartoon. A whirlwind of nouns and syllables and watery black ink danced around his mind, desperately trying to distract him. The ink took the form of a skull, and then dissipated from his mind once more.
Before you know, you hear a shrill noise that could only mean one thing- real classes.
“I’m strolling over to the new kids class. I’ll see you,”
"I think I'm in 101. I'll be there soon"
Fumbling with meaningless things he gave Todd a wave and was off again, slipping in to the crowd that gathered. The boy- being fairly tall- could almost see over the tops of most of the student's heads. It was a feature that made him stand out, but a useful one at that. There was a distinct divide in the New Bloods and the Superlatives that poured out of the superlative class. Distinctively unsure, even the New Bloods that seemed as if they knew what they were doing just didn't look that sure.
Through a window came strings of sunlight, and seemingly from thin air a manifestation of his shadow sprung from the floor. Clad in all black and bearing a strikingly similar appearance to the grim reaper, Chandler's solid form was basically guaranteed to freak some people out.
"Why now, Chandler" He whispered to the thing, floating a foot above the ground (And although Flynn was six foot, standing about a foot taller than him) with his nonexistent face staring, almost condescendingly, at the student body. A few comments from the new kids here and there, and Flynn begrudgingly made his way to the first class, Chandler trailing a hand's width behind him.
He didn't bother to knock as he came in, giving a quick nod to the teacher, and awkwardly standing at the side next to Atheya, Chandler right there. Hopefully it would not be long until he got bored and decided to evaporate, but it didn't seem like any time soon, and the seven foot demon-looking shadow floated behind him.
"Oh and sorry I'm late... again" He shrugged, at least comforting himself with the fact most didn't bother to show up at all.