Post by rinrin on Mar 22, 2011 20:33:59 GMT -5
The day was lovely. Blue skies, gentle breeze and sunshine all blending in to accent the greenery surrounding the barn where Basch-- or more commonly known as --Vash Zwingli was currently taking up residence. He was setting up for the club to be held, though he was not certain how many people would actually show up. The ones who did show up really only came to care for the horses.
Vash had many animals that needed looking after. His goats were not amongst them, but there were cows and chickens that still needed tending to. Not to mention he still needed someone to help out with the farming aspect of the club...
Sighing, the blonde senior shook his head. It would probably be left to him again. Not that he particularly minded the solitude. It was just a lot of work and it usually meant getting home to the dorm so late that no one ever saw him come in. After a while, he had decided upon using the fire escape up to his room which only further shrouded the corner room and it's inhabitant in more mystery.
It lead him to believe no one really even KNEW he lived there. Though, that also suited him just fine. If no one knew, no one would bother him. It was all ready irritating enough that he had so much work, in addition to participating in the dark hour (Away from everyone else. He liked to be solo.).
It gave him very little time to do some of his other hobbies. He missed making chocolates, or even making jewelry. Carpentry was definitely out. It took too much time. As much as he enjoyed making clocks.
“Well…” He grunted, running a hand through his hair to pick out any hay that might have accumulated there during his stay in the barn. “I guess this means it’s up to me to finish up here after all.”
Vash had many animals that needed looking after. His goats were not amongst them, but there were cows and chickens that still needed tending to. Not to mention he still needed someone to help out with the farming aspect of the club...
Sighing, the blonde senior shook his head. It would probably be left to him again. Not that he particularly minded the solitude. It was just a lot of work and it usually meant getting home to the dorm so late that no one ever saw him come in. After a while, he had decided upon using the fire escape up to his room which only further shrouded the corner room and it's inhabitant in more mystery.
It lead him to believe no one really even KNEW he lived there. Though, that also suited him just fine. If no one knew, no one would bother him. It was all ready irritating enough that he had so much work, in addition to participating in the dark hour (Away from everyone else. He liked to be solo.).
It gave him very little time to do some of his other hobbies. He missed making chocolates, or even making jewelry. Carpentry was definitely out. It took too much time. As much as he enjoyed making clocks.
“Well…” He grunted, running a hand through his hair to pick out any hay that might have accumulated there during his stay in the barn. “I guess this means it’s up to me to finish up here after all.”