Post by "Tuvlan" on Mar 26, 2008 22:20:49 GMT -8
OOC: Please note, my history isn't updated... which I shall take the time to explain here. For anyone who wants to bust in and join in on us, go for it, but please let dots post first. This is open to one other person... Post order is "Tuvlan", "Dots", [Third Poster], [Fourth Poster]. RANDOM VIOLENCE, GO!
Moving. Constantly moving. Some saw that as an opportunity to see more of the world. But others seek stability, a place of expectation and a sense of knowing what to expect. Pressed to make new friends, constantly on the go, and always having to adjust. Some cowered within themselves, others were ever the busy-bees, hiding their sadness on the get-go, which hopefully turned into sincere happiness... if only temporarily. So much hard work into improving themselves, discovering the joys of life, this way of struggling could actually prove to be quite the worthwhile experience, teaching valuable lesson that, upon later years would provide valuable wisdom and understanding of various things, as many people lived with one ever-pervading theme in their life.
...And then, there was "Tuvlan".
Completely ignorant of any possibility of pervading values aside from 'friendship' (of which he only held a loose understanding of), 'love' (only in the most primal sense... not that he knew how to do it anyways...), and honor (basically, you don't run away from a fight, until someone's on the ground bleeding from their forehead, and you're sure their down), the boy was, for a lack of eloquence, a retard. Literally.
Picking his nose apathetically, going down the hallways flooding with students, there was only one thing in the air that mattered the most:
Lunch time.
Nourishment, socializing... but most in particular, a time of fighting. As with the ever pervading enforcement of 'Corporal Punishment', the government's utilization and funding of these 'Private Schools', the violence of the streets were transferred to what was once a normally 'safe' environment for normal scholars, due to the lack of suspensions and expulsion rights. It was this, in fact, what got the boy transferred from one of Mugen Hall's collective schools, Public High School #381 in Philadelphia, all the way down to Florida's Public High School #169, due to strange dealings of a bald, German-speaking man. Not long, however, before he started up trouble there as well... But strangely enough, that was not the reason for his transfer from Public High School #169 all the way to Public High School #259 in Southern California's Long Beach.
...But that was a tale for another time.
All that was known, aside from the black shirt he always had on (stolen), the brown jacket with 'furry' edges about the neckline (also stolen), he had on a normal pair of black jeans (yup, stolen), and a pair of worn combat shoes (...guess...). In fact, the only thing that he hadn't stolen in all his ventures of a rough-living, growing up, surviving, was his eye-patch that he had on his right eye, more for medical reasons. Tall, long red hair, a stupid grin on his face---
---And more importantly, he had already reached outside the hallway, grabbed the closest trash can that was rather full with all sorts of various pieces of garbage (already it might be added), and held it up aloft, before throwing it---Quickly. Quite fast, for comparison to when he had originally started out.
The can would go flying into the air, crashing into a group of people, throwing trash everywhere, screaming, angry yelling, and various people getting riled up at the random act of violence. But most would soon see that there was no scent of malcontent on the boy's face. Just boredom, glee, and a stupid sense of bliss...
...And that's when a banana peel landed on a certain someone's head.
Edit: Thread is now closed. Participants are: "Tuvlan", "Dots", Masaru, Lance.
This Is Starting To Look Familiar...
Theme Song: Do you know that you're insane by cheshyre
Theme Song: Do you know that you're insane by cheshyre
Moving. Constantly moving. Some saw that as an opportunity to see more of the world. But others seek stability, a place of expectation and a sense of knowing what to expect. Pressed to make new friends, constantly on the go, and always having to adjust. Some cowered within themselves, others were ever the busy-bees, hiding their sadness on the get-go, which hopefully turned into sincere happiness... if only temporarily. So much hard work into improving themselves, discovering the joys of life, this way of struggling could actually prove to be quite the worthwhile experience, teaching valuable lesson that, upon later years would provide valuable wisdom and understanding of various things, as many people lived with one ever-pervading theme in their life.
...And then, there was "Tuvlan".
Completely ignorant of any possibility of pervading values aside from 'friendship' (of which he only held a loose understanding of), 'love' (only in the most primal sense... not that he knew how to do it anyways...), and honor (basically, you don't run away from a fight, until someone's on the ground bleeding from their forehead, and you're sure their down), the boy was, for a lack of eloquence, a retard. Literally.
Picking his nose apathetically, going down the hallways flooding with students, there was only one thing in the air that mattered the most:
Lunch time.
Nourishment, socializing... but most in particular, a time of fighting. As with the ever pervading enforcement of 'Corporal Punishment', the government's utilization and funding of these 'Private Schools', the violence of the streets were transferred to what was once a normally 'safe' environment for normal scholars, due to the lack of suspensions and expulsion rights. It was this, in fact, what got the boy transferred from one of Mugen Hall's collective schools, Public High School #381 in Philadelphia, all the way down to Florida's Public High School #169, due to strange dealings of a bald, German-speaking man. Not long, however, before he started up trouble there as well... But strangely enough, that was not the reason for his transfer from Public High School #169 all the way to Public High School #259 in Southern California's Long Beach.
...But that was a tale for another time.
All that was known, aside from the black shirt he always had on (stolen), the brown jacket with 'furry' edges about the neckline (also stolen), he had on a normal pair of black jeans (yup, stolen), and a pair of worn combat shoes (...guess...). In fact, the only thing that he hadn't stolen in all his ventures of a rough-living, growing up, surviving, was his eye-patch that he had on his right eye, more for medical reasons. Tall, long red hair, a stupid grin on his face---
---And more importantly, he had already reached outside the hallway, grabbed the closest trash can that was rather full with all sorts of various pieces of garbage (already it might be added), and held it up aloft, before throwing it---Quickly. Quite fast, for comparison to when he had originally started out.
The can would go flying into the air, crashing into a group of people, throwing trash everywhere, screaming, angry yelling, and various people getting riled up at the random act of violence. But most would soon see that there was no scent of malcontent on the boy's face. Just boredom, glee, and a stupid sense of bliss...
...And that's when a banana peel landed on a certain someone's head.
"SMASH!?
=D!?
=D!?
Edit: Thread is now closed. Participants are: "Tuvlan", "Dots", Masaru, Lance.
