Post by Skell on Jan 7, 2011 12:07:31 GMT -6
Skell's Notebook
[/font][/u][/b]My findings and thoughts throughout my days...[/center][/color][/i][/size]
Day 1. . .[/font]
Today, I may have actually got a lead.
When I went further into the city today after school, as I usually do, I sat down on a bench out of frustration from my Nobody studies. I was finding that there just is no outward distinction between a Human and a Nobody. No different way of walking. No certain quirks. They are just as unique as us Humans are -- or this place of REBIRTH is void of Nobodies completely, and I came here on a false hunch.
To ease my thoughts, and perhaps get lucky by waiting for a new stranger to walk up and sit down next to me -- as usually happens -- I opened up my sketchbook and started sketching away. The only thing I could think of having interest in drawing were a couple guys from school I always see hang out together. I've never approached them, because they always seem to be really into their own thing, but I've always been curious about them. I'll tell you now, they're the only ones whom I haven't spoken to since I got to this school. Everyone else has seemed rather welcoming, or perhaps less into themselves.
Then a girl sat down next to me. She was a pretty one; honey hair, and what have you. We talked very little before things got weird. All of a sudden, she grabbed my notebook away from me and flipped through the pages. She saw the pictures of the boys from school, and grew furious.
I swear she was insane... if she were human. She blurted out that the boys from school were all Nobodies, and that she was one herself (did I mention the color of her eyes kept changing?).
No offense, but I was a bit more thrilled to hear I've been in close proximity to Nobodies than when I was able to get my notebook back. But you know I wouldn't be able to do anything without my notebook (hence this journal entry to collect my thoughts).
She tried to keep me, as much as I tried leaving. She even snapped the strap of my bag! Thank God for my paintbrush -- I was able to fix that one up quickly. It was just irking and inconvenient.
And THEN, it seemed her boss showed up. He called the girl "Xorna," and she soon left, clearing her of her "mission." He held a syringe in his hand, and was an avid smoker. He claimed, however, that because he was a Nobody, smoking had no adverse affect on him. Poison ran through him, and not blood; which, I suppose makes sense... if you do not have a heart to pump through...
I didn't stay long. I apparated out of there and came here to get to writing it all down, before I forgot.
Tomorrow, I'm going to begin to observe these boys from afar. This "Old Organization," as that one man put it. I'm not going to ask them about what it's like to be a Nobody. No... that would be unprofessional. I don't think they even know they are, from how Xorna described it. I'd just like to learn more about them, and who they are as people. Their likes, dislikes... personalities. Maybe befriend them.
You know, that one red-head is in most of my classes -- when he comes to class, anyway. I believe we're the same year. What was his name? Alex?
I think I'll start with him.
Hope this finds you well,
Me.