Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

One of the names caught Joseph 's eye, it seemed rather familiar to him, but by the look of all this.... It certainly appeared to be rather appealing... To an extent, the mere mention of school or rather education in general made him back away as though he'd spotted someone with 'The Mumps.' In general it was due to his own repulsion to hanging around others in general, he much perfered keeping to himself. Besides that, he was usually the target of teasing... nothing physical, most were afraid to make him angry through physical violence, mainly verbal just to make him cry or to get some kind of reaction out of him... Considering many people thought it was oh-so hilarious that he appeared to be 10 in high-school and in college when he was fast approaching his late teens in truth. Irritating, and yet so many of them wondered what the hell his problem was when he decided to play 'innocent little pranks' on them as a payback... Fucking assholes. Now here he was a wendigo at age 22 aging slowly due to his own anatomy and due to malnutrition... As a wendigo he had to eat a lot, as long as it was food, he had to eat so he grew up not being all too picky...even if he developed innocent little tastes for food despite that... However coming from a poor background he couldn't really get any extreme amounts of food, he often had to drown his appetite in water to keep him from going out to kill something to eat... The result was him starting to slow down in physical age, he looked like a kid even though it- ugh.... It completely irritated him... That was his life... the life of the writer who had yet to get off the ground and become an actual 'somebody' Joseph Weldersch. The smoke and grime of old practically decrepit cities grew on some people, some people simply couldn't stand a day out of the urbanized concrete jungles. It was unusual, they never seemed to question why that was, why some children found the quiet more frightening than monsters and ghouls. It was a classic case of 'conditioning', simple psychological conditioning similar to that of the experiments conducted with Pavlov's dog. One who understood that, could just as easily understand how children or even adults found the city more comfortable over the country at least in a single particular aspect. There was much more to consider if one wanted to understand such a phenomenon to a different extent or to a different angle. However that was irrelevant at the moment, it was... ... ... They could never truly give a sort of decent or detailed answer, they went with the simplest answer possibly to keep from thinking too heavily on the topic. 'Home is where the heart is', the most common and the most absurd of answers. Or at least, he found it absurd, absurd to know that this answer was not entirely given out of truth, it was much more common to see that they merely answered as such out of convenience and for a lack of a better term... When did children become so simple-minded? Even though they were of course children, even at his age, they were much brighter than that, they had imagination and the spark of innovation and creativity... They made his childhood quite interesting, but now? They were replaced by idiotic smart-asses who thought they knew everything. Ugh, why was that important now? These sorts of simple yet somehow meaningful thoughts often plagued his mind. Joseph's mind. However, again, that was irrelevant... Here above in the thick coat of this cities smog, was his not at all humble abode within a large complex of homes, and offices in a now greyed stone building, once in a much less dull tone of ivory, however with age came the signs of said age... His office, or rather what was now his office had things in it which were of course relics of another time. An old wooden desk, fairly worn out, the wood chipping slightly along the edges of the main top of the desk, the handles of the drawers were slightly rusted, not in need of any immediate repair, there were several wood chairs scattered here and there, one or two in the main office, around four in the small kitchen which was in better condition than the desk itself. Everything else was fairly irrelevant, there was a large 'love-chair' and sofa, several boxes of files scattered around the office, large bookcases and small libraries filled with books, all if not most among the 'thick' variety. On the walls were several photos and trophies of his past scholarly achievements in sports and such. Several masks, weapons and even some culturally based trophies such as a mask loosely based on the skull of a dog... Indeed unusual trophies however this was what he was most familiar with, stuff passed down from the family or at least stuff that he found cool. Many books and games littered the floor or were stacked up in large columns here and there in several rooms, the videos oddly were all stored away in large closet, organized in a large bookshelf like structure. At the moment he was merely in his living room, enjoying 'dinner' stale pizza, or at least he believed it was so, it may have been some unusual sort of lasagna. Here he sat and ate musing to himself, enjoying his own company, unaware of what had been going on in the city below for some time... about a months to be exact, he was never one to read the news or even watch it, it was merely something he didn't enjoy the news. Still today looked like one of those rare days he'd have to leave his home to go out and stock up for the next month... to more than likely 'starve' for most of that month. Besides that he at the very least had bunched up enough money from most of his little short novels still being apparently popular to the public, not so much so to get a horde of women on his tail... he would have hated hearing their squealing anyway, he hated attention. He put on a thick black hoodie, put on some small boots and fingerless gloves as he drew his umbrella like a sword, before finally leaving his apartment and he quickly left the area, his wallet, little black book and pencil at the ready. He stepped out deciding to head out to a grocery store or something, he wasn't at all all that warmed up to the idea of going to that place... even if it made a fairly tempting offer... He didn't like being around people and seeing as how there were ex-college students attending there, it'd just be college all over again... Still by the sound of the place it sounded far better than constantly starving