Post by pierce on Dec 24, 2015 23:54:02 GMT -5
Wearing khaki jeans, hemp adidas, black shirt and navy knit sweater - sleeves rolled up.
(I guess it'll be unseasonably warm like it is irl lol)
(I guess it'll be unseasonably warm like it is irl lol)
Christmas was nearing dreadfully close. So many students had cleared off campus to be with family, leaving the college grounds pretty peaceful. Clint would've been among the ones away if his family weren't out of town for the holidays. His aunt and uncle were second-honeymooning, his cousin overseas at some prestigious college, and his mom was off at some job related conference. They made up for their absence early on, he and his cousin had been sent their Christmas gifts a week and a half before. His most prized gift was a Lomography Octomat, which he was excited to try out as soon as he'd unwrapped it. There were so many possibilities at his application. The camera took 8 frames in one picture, going off one by one in a matter of two seconds so that it effectively captured motion in action. He already used up a roll just testing it out, but this was the first time he knew what he'd be doing with it. They'd also sent him an armful of film inside a compact camera bag, a poster, shirts, underwear, a razor... and lastly- sweets sent from abroad. It was more than he got last year, so Clint really felt great about the upcoming holiday - enough to be whistling the tune of Frosty the Snowman.
With his camera bag in tow - strapped snug against his back, Clint hopped up on to the railings and walls where he was able; keeping a pace to his stride, keeping fluid in the face of new obstacles and as he traced around or over them. It didn't take long for Clint to reach the Academic building from the dorms. When he first set eyes on the building it had called out to him: climb me. The front metal facade was too tempting a challenge not to try. It was the most opportune time, no crowd - no sign of much faculty activity either. Actually, it looked like the most abandoned building on the campus. He stepped swiftly up the grassy incline - never once looking away from the taunting structure. Gaining some momentum as he moved forward, Clint braced himself. He scaled up half way before he felt his own weight pulling him down, but he pulled himself up with his arms and pushed off the structure with his feet - placing them calculatedly enough to reach the upper left corner of the facade. He kept the haste, using the force to propel himself to the wall of the staircase. He balanced himself here, remaining still as he pulled out the camera with his left hand, taking a few pictures and changing the angles each time. Feeling pleased with the feat, he sat down where he'd stood and looked over the grounds from the refreshing height.