Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2016 0:12:26 GMT -8
With somewhat of a quiet grunt, Arathorn's eyes popped half way open, the bright sun as a bright and, frankly, painful wake-up call. Getting a hold of his senses and surroundings, he could feel the crisp and cool morning air. Around his hands he could feel the tickle of dew-kissed grass. The sound of chickadees, cardinals, woodpeckers, grasshoppers, and many more fluttered into his ears like a peaceful alarm tone, almost tempting him to fall back to sleep. Standing in front of the sun not hardly two feet away from him, a blue jay hopped once, then twice, then flew away on the third hop. After a couple of blinks Arathorn opened his eyes as full as he could, having just woken up, and lifted his head and body into an upright position, bringing his right knee up with his right elbow resting on it, his left arm on the ground to support his weight, and his left leg lazily laying out in front of him. He looked down to see his good ol' HK SR9T laying there on the ground, apparently what served as his pillow last night.
Now he remembered: last night he stayed up taking advantage of his recently bought thermal scope for the rifle. Did he- No, nothing ever came worthy to shoot. Picking up the gun, he wiped it off a bit, getting some of the dirt and dew off. He put it up to his shoulders, looking through the scope. Oh thank God: he did remember to turn off the thermal. If he didn't, that would be a big waste of battery. With a sigh of effort he stood up and flung the gun around his shoulder and got another look around the forest. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, sending practically sideways sunbeams through the towering trees.
Arathorn looked down at his watch: 6:54 in the morning. Then, closing his eyes and dropping his head back, he whispered to himself "Piss." He just realized that he promised his Uncle he would be home by 12. Great. A guaranteed lecture waiting for him back at the house. Well... wait... what was today's date again? After a quick look at his watch again he remembered. This was supposed to be the... well... 5th day of that new high school. 2...29... what was it? Fantastic, something else to annoy him: something he couldn't remember that was right on the tip of his tongue. Well anyway, maybe if he went to that school his Uncle would look over the night mishap. Sure, he didn't show up for the first day Monday, or the day after that, or after that, or.. yesterday.. but hey it was worth something going at least once, right? After all, it would prove that he's safe. And, it is a new school. Might as well try it out, examine the students, keep track of who should be watched, who should be ignored, and who should be anything in between. Yeah... yeah why not. With a final breath of fresh air, Arathorn started for his house.
After stopping by the house to work out, change, drop off his gun, and leave a note for his Uncle, Arathorn walked onto the campus, watch the business unfold. Moments like these, the social gatherings of people he hadn't seen yet... They actually gave him a bit of entertainment. It was a moment he used to uncover the prey and the predators. Some were a little bit of both. One girl walked back a couple yards in front of him going from his right to left. She was an average height for a girl her age, a bit above average chest size, however.. a pretty face, smooth hair. Of course he didn't look at this in lust, he looked at this in acknowledgement, something to keep in mind, along with the fact that the two girls immediately behind her, with evidence of recent giggling on their faces, were also what would be considered quite attractive. Girls like these were predators to women, but prey for men. The kind that would do just about anything for a guy they deemed attractive enough (the noticeably short skirts being evidence of this), but also the kind that would be quick to look at any girl as ugly if they weren't in her immediate friend circles.
Or the guy that walked from behind him to in front of him about 3 yards to his right. Guys like this were a little difficult to determine. The teen was a pair of glasses and bad acne away from being labeled a nerd, but because of the lack of those two things probably wasn't for now, although the kind of awkward walk could change that. Also, he didn't seem the social type. Distant.. eyes looking slightly, but noticeably nonetheless, downwards. His fingernails were rugged, a neon sign pointing to the fact that he bit his fingernails. And, through both firsthand and secondhand experience, Arathorn knew that fingernail biting is a sign of perfectionism or OCD (whether it be legitimately medical or not), or maybe stress/anxiety. Or maybe all of the above. The way he dressed was normal: blue jeans, a black T-Shirt with the Nike sign on it. A wristband on his right wrist read "I like boobies." Quite the humorous statement, but one that was a slogan for the fight against breast cancer, meaning someone close to him probably was cancerous in that sense. In addition his left wrist wore a friendship bracelet.. yellow and orange. But, that best friend clearly did not go to this school, or else he/she would be standing right beside him lifting his spirits. But, overall, this one was unfortunately going to be prey most likely. Definitely not a predator, that's for sure.
Of course, these were based on fairly loose assumptions and stereotypes, and although all these guess were the most probable, they weren't anywhere close to 100% accurate. It was just something to take note on for the first day, and keep an eye on throughout the rest of the days of school, should he decide to continue attending. He went through each and every individual with as much detail as, if not more than, this, not even taking into consideration his standing out, being someone with pure white hair in black clothing standing completely still, staring into space in the middle of a crowd.
Now he remembered: last night he stayed up taking advantage of his recently bought thermal scope for the rifle. Did he- No, nothing ever came worthy to shoot. Picking up the gun, he wiped it off a bit, getting some of the dirt and dew off. He put it up to his shoulders, looking through the scope. Oh thank God: he did remember to turn off the thermal. If he didn't, that would be a big waste of battery. With a sigh of effort he stood up and flung the gun around his shoulder and got another look around the forest. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, sending practically sideways sunbeams through the towering trees.
Arathorn looked down at his watch: 6:54 in the morning. Then, closing his eyes and dropping his head back, he whispered to himself "Piss." He just realized that he promised his Uncle he would be home by 12. Great. A guaranteed lecture waiting for him back at the house. Well... wait... what was today's date again? After a quick look at his watch again he remembered. This was supposed to be the... well... 5th day of that new high school. 2...29... what was it? Fantastic, something else to annoy him: something he couldn't remember that was right on the tip of his tongue. Well anyway, maybe if he went to that school his Uncle would look over the night mishap. Sure, he didn't show up for the first day Monday, or the day after that, or after that, or.. yesterday.. but hey it was worth something going at least once, right? After all, it would prove that he's safe. And, it is a new school. Might as well try it out, examine the students, keep track of who should be watched, who should be ignored, and who should be anything in between. Yeah... yeah why not. With a final breath of fresh air, Arathorn started for his house.
After stopping by the house to work out, change, drop off his gun, and leave a note for his Uncle, Arathorn walked onto the campus, watch the business unfold. Moments like these, the social gatherings of people he hadn't seen yet... They actually gave him a bit of entertainment. It was a moment he used to uncover the prey and the predators. Some were a little bit of both. One girl walked back a couple yards in front of him going from his right to left. She was an average height for a girl her age, a bit above average chest size, however.. a pretty face, smooth hair. Of course he didn't look at this in lust, he looked at this in acknowledgement, something to keep in mind, along with the fact that the two girls immediately behind her, with evidence of recent giggling on their faces, were also what would be considered quite attractive. Girls like these were predators to women, but prey for men. The kind that would do just about anything for a guy they deemed attractive enough (the noticeably short skirts being evidence of this), but also the kind that would be quick to look at any girl as ugly if they weren't in her immediate friend circles.
Or the guy that walked from behind him to in front of him about 3 yards to his right. Guys like this were a little difficult to determine. The teen was a pair of glasses and bad acne away from being labeled a nerd, but because of the lack of those two things probably wasn't for now, although the kind of awkward walk could change that. Also, he didn't seem the social type. Distant.. eyes looking slightly, but noticeably nonetheless, downwards. His fingernails were rugged, a neon sign pointing to the fact that he bit his fingernails. And, through both firsthand and secondhand experience, Arathorn knew that fingernail biting is a sign of perfectionism or OCD (whether it be legitimately medical or not), or maybe stress/anxiety. Or maybe all of the above. The way he dressed was normal: blue jeans, a black T-Shirt with the Nike sign on it. A wristband on his right wrist read "I like boobies." Quite the humorous statement, but one that was a slogan for the fight against breast cancer, meaning someone close to him probably was cancerous in that sense. In addition his left wrist wore a friendship bracelet.. yellow and orange. But, that best friend clearly did not go to this school, or else he/she would be standing right beside him lifting his spirits. But, overall, this one was unfortunately going to be prey most likely. Definitely not a predator, that's for sure.
Of course, these were based on fairly loose assumptions and stereotypes, and although all these guess were the most probable, they weren't anywhere close to 100% accurate. It was just something to take note on for the first day, and keep an eye on throughout the rest of the days of school, should he decide to continue attending. He went through each and every individual with as much detail as, if not more than, this, not even taking into consideration his standing out, being someone with pure white hair in black clothing standing completely still, staring into space in the middle of a crowd.