Language Barriers (OPEN)
Sept 1, 2009 14:40:03 GMT -5
Post by ling91 on Sept 1, 2009 14:40:03 GMT -5
A spindly, young man ambled into the cafe, his tied back, onyx hair disheveled and his almond shaped eyes lowered from a very distinct lack of repose. He stifled a rotund yawn and then weaved his path around various customers, trying to remain as alert as he could but to no avail. He still was donning a most fatigued exterior.
He hadn't been able to sleep much last night because of her. Her porcelain features and scarlet lips as vivid as an oil painting itself would not dissolve. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, to keep her fresh in his thoughts but even so, he had lost many precious hours at night because of his constant, shielded pining for her. It resulted in Ling's normally bright demeanor falling flat, his laggard movements and attitude contrasting significantly with him.
Bluuuuuuhhhh.
Ling hummed tunelessly as he continued to trudge around and accidentally slammed his face into a rustic, cylinder pole that was keeping the roof up. He shook his noggin a few sequential times. Where had that stupid thing come from?
Had he been more awake, the plucky soldier probably would have sensed the throbbing between his eyes but as it stood, he was still numb from his brief slumber. He'd probably be feeling it later. The line began to diminish slowly and he slumped to the front, rubbing his eyes in a slightly childish manner.
He glanced sleepily up at the menu, narrowing his dark irises quizzically. Since it was evidently in English and not scribed in Chinese, he couldn't understand what it said and tentatively motioned towards something he thought was a drink. He attempted to mouth the words but gave up within a couple seconds. This bizarre, new place had a bit of an obstruction between communication.
He hadn't been able to sleep much last night because of her. Her porcelain features and scarlet lips as vivid as an oil painting itself would not dissolve. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, to keep her fresh in his thoughts but even so, he had lost many precious hours at night because of his constant, shielded pining for her. It resulted in Ling's normally bright demeanor falling flat, his laggard movements and attitude contrasting significantly with him.
Bluuuuuuhhhh.
Ling hummed tunelessly as he continued to trudge around and accidentally slammed his face into a rustic, cylinder pole that was keeping the roof up. He shook his noggin a few sequential times. Where had that stupid thing come from?
Had he been more awake, the plucky soldier probably would have sensed the throbbing between his eyes but as it stood, he was still numb from his brief slumber. He'd probably be feeling it later. The line began to diminish slowly and he slumped to the front, rubbing his eyes in a slightly childish manner.
He glanced sleepily up at the menu, narrowing his dark irises quizzically. Since it was evidently in English and not scribed in Chinese, he couldn't understand what it said and tentatively motioned towards something he thought was a drink. He attempted to mouth the words but gave up within a couple seconds. This bizarre, new place had a bit of an obstruction between communication.