01-08-2013, 02:30 AM
Leaving his dirty dishes atop of the counter, he slid himself casually onto the floor. His bare feet touching the ground, he let out a sigh of relief. His hunger had been sated and now he could think about other things. Glancing over the dishes and things he had left out he shrugged his shoulders and began to leave the kitchen. Cleaning was never something he found himself well suited for. In fact it was something he avoided most of the time, in search of the sun and its warm embrace almost all day long. Or more realistically, as long as the sun was up - he was absorbing its rays. Sadly that had seemed to change as he just felt uncomfortable being in this big, stuffy castle. His home was much more open, much more sun based. Very warm, inviting. Not quite like this castle at all really.
Gently pushing the door open he entered the hall and traversed the castle quietly, his bare feet not making a sound as he walked across the floor. His shorts were made of what many referred to as dressings for bandages and then a tight skirt of equal length made of the same material - just to ensure that he did not highlight every aspect of his body. But besides that, he was simply naked. Wandering around adored in jewelry and dressings typically used for wounds. Well that and a blue shawl messily draped around one of his shoulders, it did not cover much.
Still as he walked the halls, he felt the warm breeze hit his bare body - and it was electrifying. The feeling of the warmth on his bare skin called to him. now he followed the warmth most diligently, past his room and that jasper fellow - some other residents rooms who's names he did not quite hear in any of his eavesdropping and onto a large open space. His room was on the second floor, room 3R actually. He found himself near the fencing room, but spotted some stairs to his right. Making his way to the stairs he climbed them quickly, almost running at the end as the warmth radiated more so with each step.
Clambering onto the roof top of this tower and into the glory of the sun was almost like a re-birth for Tyler. He lay his shawl on the ground but before laying on it, stretch out every muscle in his body and took in a deep breathe. It was almost too much to be as close as he could to the suns rays, absorbing what was essentially life in his eyes. Then he thought of home, and how it felt to be there, but shook the thought off quickly. He lay upon his shawl, on his back, and looked up into the sun - eyes closed but every cell in his body absorbing beams of warmth from the sun. Letting himself feel truly relaxed.
He would surely be spending much of his time here. It seemed no one really came to this tower specifically, and why would they? It was a place that was suiting more to someone that wanted to be alone...and well, all those others were so in love with the idea of marriage and finding their life partner. Why leave the company of one another at all. clutching the key over his chest, it was almost a joke of sorts. This thing determining someones life... seemed so foolish. Yet still, to what point did he desire that kind of romantic styling... after all.
No matter how displeased about it. He still showed up.
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