Post by Blake Riina Kildal on Apr 3, 2010 21:38:11 GMT -5
She was seated and still for the time being, a surprise in itself. The snip of a girl was almost never still, always moving, full of energy unless she were depressed. And from the silence she was emitting, one might think that, except for the book she held in front of her face, rapidly reading it and sucking down every little detail.
A stray hand came up to push the free strands behind her ear, chewing on her lower lip as she concentrated. Blake never moved, never shifted, except to turn a page. She was reading a book on ancient Egypt, one of her favorite subjects and something that could snap her out of her flirtatious self and into a much more calm and reasonable being. Well, for the most part.
Blake loved history, any and all parts of it. She was especially fond of ancient history, Egypt, Mesopotamia, Greece, and Rome were her favorites, things she knew about and loved to learn about. That was outside of science, as well.
She really didn't care if she was sitting in a class, she was doing something she really enjoyed and would actually be polite and civil, hardly confrontational and sarcastic. It was a sudden change that people might wonder if she was bipolar, unless you caught her eyes. They never changed and kept that dark sense of the world, a twisted sense that learned all she could and filed it away to keep her survive.
She flipped another page, setting the book down on the desk in front of her, studying the photographs of the hieroglyphics, biting on her lower lip before turning the page and beginning to read again, becoming deaf to the outside world, unless someone were to jolt her with a physical touch.
Creating an escape was something she was good at, something she did often and knew how to incorporate different themes into various fantasies that were always better. She liked to imagine that these worlds were now, so she could remember what was going on in those time periods, so she could absorb everything that she was reading, of course, she almost never had her curiosity satisfied, and was always wanting to know more, like now, which was why she was reading the book on Egyptian Religion.
A stray hand came up to push the free strands behind her ear, chewing on her lower lip as she concentrated. Blake never moved, never shifted, except to turn a page. She was reading a book on ancient Egypt, one of her favorite subjects and something that could snap her out of her flirtatious self and into a much more calm and reasonable being. Well, for the most part.
Blake loved history, any and all parts of it. She was especially fond of ancient history, Egypt, Mesopotamia, Greece, and Rome were her favorites, things she knew about and loved to learn about. That was outside of science, as well.
She really didn't care if she was sitting in a class, she was doing something she really enjoyed and would actually be polite and civil, hardly confrontational and sarcastic. It was a sudden change that people might wonder if she was bipolar, unless you caught her eyes. They never changed and kept that dark sense of the world, a twisted sense that learned all she could and filed it away to keep her survive.
She flipped another page, setting the book down on the desk in front of her, studying the photographs of the hieroglyphics, biting on her lower lip before turning the page and beginning to read again, becoming deaf to the outside world, unless someone were to jolt her with a physical touch.
Creating an escape was something she was good at, something she did often and knew how to incorporate different themes into various fantasies that were always better. She liked to imagine that these worlds were now, so she could remember what was going on in those time periods, so she could absorb everything that she was reading, of course, she almost never had her curiosity satisfied, and was always wanting to know more, like now, which was why she was reading the book on Egyptian Religion.
