(gonna assume no questions haha)
Class was over for the day, and students were milling around or going off to do their own thing. Greenwood had multiple buildings; some were dorms and some were administration buildings. Some were older, some newer. The oldest was the Karonus Building, which had been there since before the school was established. The Karonus building was one of the smaller ones on campus, and was currently in use as a dorm. The floors were slanted and the walls aging, the floorboards creaked underfoot. The newest building was Merryweather, an administrative building where many of the mathematical classes were now being held. The English building was called Orsum, and was an older, brick building, vines creeping up the sides. The Inventing building was about the same age, perhaps a bit older, and had been named Tavus, after a famed inventor who had attended the school in its early days.
Bellamy Remington was currently exiting Orsum, having finished his final class of the day, and on his way over to Tavus. He had reserved one of the single rooms to work in. Currently, the young man was dressed in a cream toned shirt, with a dove grey vest over it, and dark grey slacks. A leather knapsack was slung from one shoulder, and exhaustion ringed his eyes. The other students, both those coming to Tavus and those leaving it, gave him a wide berth and wary glances. He was a pariah now. No one knew what to make of him. The survivor. The one who came back, when the others were still gone. Still missing. And he didn't remember a thing. So he said, anyway. The more cynical students whispered that he knew what had happened. That he was involved somehow.
He slipped inside and gathered his supplies, before going into the reserved room and getting set up. He wanted to build, to lose himself in gears and oil and ticking machines that followed patterns and knew what they were doing. He didn't want to be himself anymore. His hands shook, slim fingers clenching for a moment before he flattened his hands against the tabletop and taking a deep, slightly shaky breath. Plucking up a gear from the table, he pinched it between his fingers, examining the teeth of it, then setting it down again. It took him a while to organize his supplies, both tools and gear, and then he got to work, working by an aether light rather than a candle, natural light also coming in through a window set in one wall of the room. Bel's focus zeroed in on the task at hand, though every now and again his hands shook and quivered and he didn't even know why. Every now and again, he had to stop and breathe because fear would clench his heart, and the worst part was that he didn't know why he was afraid. Nothing was going to hurt him here, right?
