Post by Eli Triton on Sept 29, 2014 16:02:49 GMT
Eli kicked the door shut behind him and threw his bag onto the bed, quickly followed by his jacket and shirt - it had been a stressful day and removing the cloying fabric helped him breathe a little easier, at least until he could get down to the lake and really breathe. He was glad he didn't have a room-mate at the moment, it certainly made it easier to wander round without his shirt on without anybody complaining or making him self-conscious.
Shoving aside a pile of clothes with his foot, he peered around the room for his swimshorts - he'd gotten more than one detention for trying to swim without them, and while he was tempted to wear them under his jeans it just wasn't comfortable. Spotting the distinctive green pattern, he reached out to grab them. As he leant down, he noticed a towel within reach as well, unfortunately leaning over and reaching out with both hands was a surefire way to lose all balance, particularly when you were not that graceful to begin with, and he fell face first onto the floor. There was a layer of t-shirts that happily broke his fall, but an unfortunate crunch suggested that whatever was beneath the t-shirts had not been so lucky.
Sighing, he rolled over and reached beneath the clothes to fish out whatever he had inadvertently broken, fearing the worst.
"Oh, thank poseidon," he breathed, pulling out half a shattered seashell rather than something vitally important or expensive. "That could have been bad."
Dropping the broken shell without really thinking about it, he grabbed the offending towel that had started this whole mess and shoved himself to his feet. He really needed to swim. Snatching his keys from the bedside table, he headed out into the hallway - completely forgetting that he'd neglected to put a shirt back on.
Shoving aside a pile of clothes with his foot, he peered around the room for his swimshorts - he'd gotten more than one detention for trying to swim without them, and while he was tempted to wear them under his jeans it just wasn't comfortable. Spotting the distinctive green pattern, he reached out to grab them. As he leant down, he noticed a towel within reach as well, unfortunately leaning over and reaching out with both hands was a surefire way to lose all balance, particularly when you were not that graceful to begin with, and he fell face first onto the floor. There was a layer of t-shirts that happily broke his fall, but an unfortunate crunch suggested that whatever was beneath the t-shirts had not been so lucky.
Sighing, he rolled over and reached beneath the clothes to fish out whatever he had inadvertently broken, fearing the worst.
"Oh, thank poseidon," he breathed, pulling out half a shattered seashell rather than something vitally important or expensive. "That could have been bad."
Dropping the broken shell without really thinking about it, he grabbed the offending towel that had started this whole mess and shoved himself to his feet. He really needed to swim. Snatching his keys from the bedside table, he headed out into the hallway - completely forgetting that he'd neglected to put a shirt back on.