Post by David B. on Sept 9, 2009 21:59:00 GMT -8
His fingers, half covered in blood, fell away from the neck of a student with a small sigh. He wasn't dead, but he wasn't far from it. He stood. Honestly, he didn't understand it. He put down violence on a daily basis. Kids were constantly trying to fight, to brutalize, to make their way to the "top". And for what? The chance to be feared or to look good for their peers. He was tired of it. Tired of everyone thinking that being the strongest or fastest or smartest or best was their only achievable goal in live. Nobody looked and dreamed outside the little box they called their lives. Nobody looked to a future outside the school walls- it was always what they saw in the now. He walked away from the bodies, several of them spread out across the floor.
It wasn't his doing.
And for once, he didn't care who did.
Now, thats not to say he was going to stop trying to fix things. David would always try and fix things. But right then, he was just angry, frustrated at peoples feelings or lack there of. It seemed habitual, an instinct of men to cause pain and wreak havoc. He walked around the corner, finding four boys beating the hell out of another two kids. He growled, running toward them in anger. They never learned. They would never stop. Hate, jealousy, unbridled and unrighteous rage. They were all stable and calling to those living in a world surrounded by greed and hunger for things beyond out reach.
The boys ran as he approached. He made it obvious that he was coming, and as they ran he would bend and check the two who were coughing, coming to their feet. They thanked him, David trying his best to see to their wounds. He walked again, moving in the same direction as before, trying to think about anything but this. Every time-
He turned, punched a locker, caving in the metal and twisting it around itself, his Qi jumping inside of him with a question, with a need. He loved this school.
Yet he hated it at the same time.
OOC((Plot, fight, i dont care I'm down for anything...))
It wasn't his doing.
And for once, he didn't care who did.
Now, thats not to say he was going to stop trying to fix things. David would always try and fix things. But right then, he was just angry, frustrated at peoples feelings or lack there of. It seemed habitual, an instinct of men to cause pain and wreak havoc. He walked around the corner, finding four boys beating the hell out of another two kids. He growled, running toward them in anger. They never learned. They would never stop. Hate, jealousy, unbridled and unrighteous rage. They were all stable and calling to those living in a world surrounded by greed and hunger for things beyond out reach.
The boys ran as he approached. He made it obvious that he was coming, and as they ran he would bend and check the two who were coughing, coming to their feet. They thanked him, David trying his best to see to their wounds. He walked again, moving in the same direction as before, trying to think about anything but this. Every time-
He turned, punched a locker, caving in the metal and twisting it around itself, his Qi jumping inside of him with a question, with a need. He loved this school.
Yet he hated it at the same time.
OOC((Plot, fight, i dont care I'm down for anything...))
