Sep. 24th, 2011

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[Eyes drift down to his paper then back up again. Steps are quiet and hesitant but he is out walking around and that is a stride in itself. Brows knitted together in a obvious look of confusion and lingering stress which loosens slightly as he exhales quietly. The words upon the parchment did little to explain the entirety of the situation and he was mildly desperate for more information. He figured that the letter was supposed to give the basic premise, but certainly didn’t dive under the surface of the issue and certainly didn’t stop his heart from beating rapidly within his chest.

Shoving it into his pocket as he walked around, his eyes searched around, pausing to look at the architecture that he came across, lips parted by the impressive design but it didn’t remove his thoughts from the situation at hand. His wandering had a purpose, he was in hopes of finding someone, anyone that could help, and preferably anyone with a familiar face. The thought alone caused his steps to pick up their pace and his eyes to look around a little more quickly, less inclined to marvel at the surrounding area, something that seemed more out of a fictional film than reality.

Quietly thankful that he still remained with his talents from home, despite the note of caution it was one of the thoughts that was stopping him from falling into a complete and utter panic attack, reverting back to the mental state he was a year ago.

He can be found here and there--until he finally stops and finds a seat, running his hands through his hair with a sigh--what to do?]
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[[Tavros hasn't been doing much as of late. He attended to regular cadet activities, messed around on his husktop, or spent his time doing one of his other many ridiculous hobbies. Or think about things. That's always a good one.

Of course, that's what he was up to at this particular moment in time: daydreaming in his room about varying subjects and idly wasting his precious time. He didn't really expect to be bothered by anyone for any reason.]]

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