Post by Everett King on Sept 16, 2014 16:53:28 GMT -6
Soul searching complete - with not much more of a soul to be found - Everett was returning to the academy with the shadows as his cloak and the dust left by his absence muffling his footsteps. It was symbolic really, perhaps his absence had been great enough to mask his arrival, make it trivial. Perhaps he was better off gone. Well, if he'd gained anything on his trip, it had been an unusual sappiness for things like symbolism. He'd just love explaining that to the people he worked with, and Erika. Well shit he was dead. He expected very little else in terms of what he'd left behind, but death seemed guaranteed either which way.
Turning the key, he pushed open the kitchen and winced at the slight creak of hinges. He'd need to start oiling them again, he realized with a sigh. Hopefully there'd been some temporary workers feeding everyone -well obviously - and keeping his kitchen stocked, so that was one less thing he had to worry about. He'd probably end up throwing it out and restocking the fridge anyway, just because of his picky nature.
Dumping his duffel back on the counter, Ever pulled out his reliable old chair from the corner and flung himself down in it with a sigh. He didn't bother turning the lights on, the windows in the cafeteria shot in some moonlight through the open kitchen door, and it wasn't like he needed to see anything. The only thing he'd gathered from his trip away was an increased love of good food, and more comfort in his own abilities. He could draw now, and leave things on the page. Of course they were still evil shits off the paper, but now he had a choice in that. It was a bit of a relief. He was still dead though. Dead as a doorknob. Dead as a runaway mutant, in fact.