+404 // Anyone may join. Hint: Maybe walk straight into him as he leaves the room? ;D
"Bored!" Boy's pitiful and aggrivated whine rung through the upper halls of the mansion, echoed only by heavy steps as he trudged back in to his room, scowl on his face. How could such a promisingly huge pack of unique characters be so damn boring all the time? Teenager sulked up and into his room, dropping his back pack on the ground and flopping face-first into his bed, groaning. Winter.
Winter was why it was so boring. In the summer and spring, even autumn, the young boy could be outside examining his fine crawly friends, the bugs, or fishing in the brooks and streams in his lupus form, finding enjoyment in things that weren't incredibly childish and ass-freezing. In the winter, that's all he could do; freeze in the cold, wet snow. Winter wonderland.. pah! More like frozen wasteland! He was dead set on being fed up with winter. It seemed to drag on forever, much to his dismay.
His sisters were busy with the sick and injured. His mother was busy leading the pack. His young siblings were too childish to be bothered with. His father was off doing his own thing. Gotham had spent too much time alone to have gotten to know any of the other teens in the pack, or even the occasional adult that might qualify as a friend someday. He was left alone today, doing absolutely nothing. One day inside the house, the mansion rather, and he was already going stir crazy.
Damn the cold snowy Earth for having season changes so far north!
The teenage boy rolled over, spreading his arms out on either side of him, staring up at the ceiling with distaste. It wasn't often that Gotham got into a sour mood, but today seemed to have done it for him. With the snow coming down heavily outside, few of the pack dared to venture from their homes. But some of the pack lives here, in the mansion.
The thought brought a wry smile to his face. Yes, he'd go and check the scents, see who all lived in the building with him. Who knew; maybe he'd not have to go far. Boy stood again and stretched, then proceeded to strip out of his jacket and foot wraps, happy to just wander the mansion in the black t-shirt and dark green cargos. Satisfied with his 'appearance', boy left his room behind, heading for the hall.
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