Thread: Far From Home (FaolanTelep and Dark_Knight)

Aww... I was only a few minutes late, no need to keep me in detention this long. The young man grumbled, as he walked at a quickened pace to get home, thoughts of the warmth of his apartment dancing in his head. For Syrus the day had started out normal enough, having woken up later than he should have, which was very much normal for him, thanks to his faulty alarm clock, he had struggled to put on his school uniform at a quickened pace as he dashed off at too school in the hopes of still making it in time, another normal occurrence for him. But despite his best efforts he was still a few minutes late, as he tried to sneak into his desk as the teacher looked away, only to be caught mere inches from his desk by Ms. Joana, the strict elderly bitch in the mud he would say stick, but he figured bitch was equally if not more so helpful in describing the tired old hag. Doing his best to come up with an excuse for today's absence, all he could blurt out was Um... well... you see... funny story... before miss Joana promptly gave him detention, sadly another typical occurrence for Syrus. The rest of the day going by without the least bit of divergence from the norm, Syrus wished at times for some different to happen, but discredited the thought by wondering why he would want to change such a peaceful life such as his, though he could do without Ms. Joana... or the detention she so willingly handed out to him. Then came the dreaded time, the last bell having rung, the other students were free to go off to their homes or club activities, unlike Syrus who was to stay in a classroom by himself as Ms. Joana kept a watchful eye on him. In all honestly though, the situation wasn't too bad, it gave him enough time to get his homework done, the only problem was the remaining hours of boredom that occurred after he was done. This school had an interesting policy on repeat offenders, every offense, after the first, led to an increase of 5 minutes to detention time, and now at 3 hours he was quite the repeat offender. Though he actually deserved more than just 3 hours for all of his crimes, Ms. Joana put a limit to it at 3 hours because she couldn't keep him past the clubs, though Syrus thought it was just because Ms. Joana wanted to go home herself. The boredom now at an end, he quickly packed his things and went out into the winter wonderland he called his home town. It being close to November, the temperature had dropped and some even expected more snow soon. Regardless he bundled up, wearing a nice warm red jacket, and several layers of pants, though that wasn't even enough, as the cold seeped into any open spots of flesh causing him to shiver at times. Taking the same route as always, he eventually made it to the alleyway that served as a bit of a shortcut to his house. Navigating though the small pathways, he eventually was stopped in his tracks at the sight of a girl, and while this wasn't that odd an occurrence him having stopped to take a look at a beautiful girl or two a few times in his life, this was quite the different reason that he stared and quite the different reaction. His eyes wide, his mouth a bit dropped, he couldn't help but to blatantly stare at the beat up and bloodied girl before him. Thinking that this was none of his concern and that he should not get himself involved in what could be a murder, his body acted before his mind as he hunched over her and began to examen her wounds. The bumps, bruises, and small gashes apparent, he placed two fingers on what he thought was the artery in her neck. Feeling a fast, but steady heartbeat, and low breathing, he was a bit relieved to see that she was alive. Thinking about maybe calling an ambulance, he unfortunately had no phone to call, having left it at home due to his rush in the morning, he then decided to call from home and have them pick you up, only to walk a few steps and then return, thinking this cold weather was no place to leave someone in your condition. Taking a deep breath, he hunched over and picked you up, only to now notice that your ears were oddly shaped, his eyes a bit ascewed in surprise him having looked over them initially due to your wounds. At least she's not a fatty... He said to himself as he noticed you were quite light and a bit short, he then made his way to his house and put you in his bed. And while, he originally thought this wasn't his problem, as he stared down at your now covered figure and face he knew it was... at least until he calls the ambulance and they get here. This is just an idea on how he looks like, save for the outfit.