Snippet #1406191

Ezreal had passed out, yet again, before the buss had arrived to Thatcher’s Estate, a small trail of drool having made its way from his mouth and wishing for nothing more than to end up on the floor of the bus. ‘Damn it…’ he thought to himself, whipping his mouth off and sitting up straight, removing his earphones and sliding the device back into the cargo pocket of his pants. He cleared his throat and messed with his hair a little bit (for no real reason), pushing his feet to the back of his boots and rolling his neck. This was a normal routine he did for no known reason after waking up in a place other than a bed. The bus came to a stop at the front of a house that stirred something inside of Ezreal, something he couldn’t quite put a finger on though it wanted to be there… What-ever it was.

Ezreal waited for the few people on the bus to leave, standing up last as his eyes watching the floor as he made his way off as well. His final step off the bus brought his eyes back up to the house, paying little attention to the people around him, “Shit…” He mumbled to himself, putting his hands on his hips, his elbows pointing outward. Slowly, but surely, a grin formed on his face, the urge to just start laughing held back as he didn’t want to look like a freak in front of everyone this early on. He looked to see a man maybe his same age carrying his bag, though Ezreal was able to coax him out of carrying it for him. It seemed like he stayed there only for a moment though it was a tad bit longer than that. The architecture of the building, well, mansion, was par to perfect with Ezreal’s tastes. He had seen buildings similar to this, but none would be able to touch it for some reason.

He took a short step forward, the grin on his face growing even more. Being selected for this trip was just astronomical when you look at the chances… Out of all the people in the world he was one of the few selected to venture into the ruins, something previously done by no more than maybe one or two people before. Ezreal didn’t notice it, but his heart was beating quite fast. Faster than it normally would at least, quite possibly from the plethora of emotions he was feeling right now. He stopped for a moment and reached one hand into his bag, pulling out the old hunting knife from in between a pair of jeans. He flipped it in his hand, catching the sheath and staring at the handle for a second, reminiscing about when he received this from his mother.

“Ezreal, come here please.” His mother’s voice carried through the house into Ezreal’s room where he was working on a thesis paper for college. His feet pushed himself away from the desk as he stood from the chair, faintly hoping she needed him to do something so he’d be able to get away from school work. “Yes?” He said about halfway to the dining room, catching no response until he took a seat across from his mother. She held something wrapped up in a pelt of some sort. What-ever it was, he had seen that white fur a while ago… “Your grandfather put a marginal amount of consideration into this, and he finally made up his mind that this was the time.” She hadn’t glanced at Ezreal, her eyes focused on the object in her hand. “Mhm…?” Ezreal let out lightly, his face donning a confused look. His mothers left hand pulled on the pelt, it slipping off and revealing a knife in its sheath. Ezreal’s eyes narrowed a little, looking up at his mother for a second before looking back down, “Is that…” Ezreal’s voice trailed off, eyes locked on the blade. “Yes.” His mother said lightly, unclipping the sheath and sliding it down half way.

Ezreal popped back into the real world after staring at his knife, rather, his family’s knife. The belt given to him by his grandfather was loosened as he slid the sheath onto it, offsetting it to his back left as he was left handed. He readjusted the duffel bag on his shoulder and looked up, seeing the girl from the buss and two others... 'Don't see that everyday...' he thought to himself, looking at the twins. He approached them after taking in a breath, not one for initiating conversation, "Hi, I'm Ezreal Jaeger..." He had a warm smile on his face, though a faint feeling of awkwardness began pitting itself in the back of his stomach.