Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 12, 2009 20:52:09 GMT -8
The dim mist and dew of Southern California's early morning brought with it the warm sensation of calm and as some of those crazed superstitious peasants, a stupor amongst our current system. They'd say, 'oh the man is here to take our freedom's away!' unfortunate for them it was another man making his way into the system.
Gabriel Seran, Born of regal roots and brought into a world of panic and chaos. Fought through trial and trivulation now back again returning to the roots of his first American school. The Frenchman strode the open halls of Public High school #259 looking for new talent as he had so avidly amongst the corridors of Moral Crest. It had become an inate trait within him to sense some worth in a person no matter how small he'd embelish it and then distort it to great complexities. The tall man rounded the corner coming upon a bushel of misguided "scoundrals" each of them should be dealt with accordingly by the School Captain but seeing this school's current predicament Gabriel saw other extents to it.
"Bonjour Mon ami." Gabriel came into the open in a very free position.
"Whaddup Faggot!" They began calling in several horsish calls making rude comments at his disposal.
A small chuckle escaped Gabriel's lips as he bat an ee for a short second raising his palm. Now heres the part where things would follow the similar trend of an ordinary thread. Gabriel extended the hand all too quickly upwards revealing a wallet but the hoodlums had misguided vision and the largest followed through with a heavy punch knocking Gabriel back a bit.
The chuckle bounded again, "Hehe, I see you have some talent in that field... how would you like to earn a few dollars on the side for a bit of grunt work?"
"Grunt work? What the fuck you callin' me biatch!" The large one sain again sending another finst this time leveling him to the ground slightly. All the while Gabriel was fixated with an everpresent smile.
"Screw this shit take his wallet." They bounded in around him mugging him quickly.
Something ticked in Gabriel's mind, he could have stopped them...why didn't he? Didn't he even raise a finger to stop?
He sat there still for a few moments lying in his own grief with the same sad smile growing ever lower to the ground as he lost track of time.
Gabriel Seran, Born of regal roots and brought into a world of panic and chaos. Fought through trial and trivulation now back again returning to the roots of his first American school. The Frenchman strode the open halls of Public High school #259 looking for new talent as he had so avidly amongst the corridors of Moral Crest. It had become an inate trait within him to sense some worth in a person no matter how small he'd embelish it and then distort it to great complexities. The tall man rounded the corner coming upon a bushel of misguided "scoundrals" each of them should be dealt with accordingly by the School Captain but seeing this school's current predicament Gabriel saw other extents to it.
"Bonjour Mon ami." Gabriel came into the open in a very free position.
"Whaddup Faggot!" They began calling in several horsish calls making rude comments at his disposal.
A small chuckle escaped Gabriel's lips as he bat an ee for a short second raising his palm. Now heres the part where things would follow the similar trend of an ordinary thread. Gabriel extended the hand all too quickly upwards revealing a wallet but the hoodlums had misguided vision and the largest followed through with a heavy punch knocking Gabriel back a bit.
The chuckle bounded again, "Hehe, I see you have some talent in that field... how would you like to earn a few dollars on the side for a bit of grunt work?"
"Grunt work? What the fuck you callin' me biatch!" The large one sain again sending another finst this time leveling him to the ground slightly. All the while Gabriel was fixated with an everpresent smile.
"Screw this shit take his wallet." They bounded in around him mugging him quickly.
Something ticked in Gabriel's mind, he could have stopped them...why didn't he? Didn't he even raise a finger to stop?
He sat there still for a few moments lying in his own grief with the same sad smile growing ever lower to the ground as he lost track of time.
