Post by "Wren" on Feb 29, 2016 21:34:58 GMT -8
As a rule, Wren preferred to go unnoticed. Which was odd, or at least ironic considering her staple choices in ink black lips, eyes and clothes seemed to scream "LOOK AT ME or whatever". Other than that minor detail, however, she tried to avoid attention; she would never get good marks in 'participation', and only answered questions when called upon. This was as true for home as it was for 259; eighty percent silence, eighteen percent one word answers, two percent insults. There were variables of course, but they were not common enough occurrences to be included in the sample. So, as one might expect after being forearmed with the above information, Wren generally had a good tolerance for what she considered to be 'bullshit' (which just might be everything not black and quiet).
Lunch was a good time to slip away and get back into her own head; put on some music, crack a book, and shut the world out. Today's book du jour was Wizard and Glass, book four in the Dark Tower series by Stephen King, and one of her favourites. Her meal already finished, Wren's deep brown eyes sailed across each line, drinking in the words she'd already read a hundred times and loving them as much as the first.
But then someone had to be a dick.
Located as she was, leaning against the outer wall with the remaining core of an apple dangling from her free hand with "SAIL" blaring in her ears and paying no attention to anything other than her book, made her unfortunately susceptible for little accidents.
She didn't see the two boys jostling eachother as they walked up the hall with bottles in their hand until one such young man was jostled right into her. Instead of smashing into the wall, as was probably intended, the young man checked almost his full body weight into Wren from the side. Caught off guard, she stumbled but did not fall... unfortunately, this was not true of her book, which wound up on the ground.
And to her horror, a litre of Dr. Pepper followed it to the ground.
Her eyes widened, her spine slowly straightening as the disgusting drink fizzed over the pages of her book held between her forefinger and thumb. Soaked. Ruined. She turned slowly to look at the young man, who was picking himself up and swinging playfully at his friend, mouthing something vehemently.
Mouthing?
Oh, right. Headphones.
She pulled her headphones down around her neck, the wide eyed look still fixed on her otherwise flat expression. "Hey."
The two boys looked over, their joviality falling a little at the expression on her face. She held up the soaked book a little higher. "Are you naturally idiots, or did you have to train to be that way?"
Their faces fell further, and they exchanged a glance. The blonde, tattooed one looked back at her with a frown and a scoff. "Accident. Sorry." They turned to go.
"No you're not."
The blonde spared her a glance over his shoulder and snorted. "Whatever, bitch, you were in the way."
"No." Her low voice was suddenly very clear as the word snapped off her tongue like the crack of a whip. "I was out of the way. We're outside. Did it not occur to you that there were other people might be out here too?"
"It's just a fuckin' book, chill," said his red-haired friend, trying to disarm the situation.
Wren scoffed, "Don't act like you know what it is. I doubt you can even read."
Both the boys turned back around to look at her, incredulous. This chick was five-foot-fuck-all built like a stick, and she was mouthing off.
"HEY." The blonde threw out his arms from his side, walking back towards her. "I said I was sorry!"
"Just like your mother when she says she loves you, it was not sincere."
There was an ooooh that went up from the few people that stopped nearby to watch. Wren glanced briefly at their faces before flicking her aloof gaze back to the boys in front of her. Great.
The blonde went red in the face and started to step forward a little more quickly until he was abruptly pulled back by his red-haired friend, bewildered and offended. "What the fuck is your problem?!"
"My problem," she began in crisp tones, folding her arms across her chest as she tilted her head to look up at him. "Is mindless little fuckwits like you who can't be bothered to not act like morons for two seconds."
The blonde tried to push past his friend, but the ginger held fast. Instead, he spat on the ground and flipped her off. "Fuck you!"
"You future dropouts are nothing but a walking waste of skin," she continued unabated, leaning forward at the waist slightly to deliver the last of her lines in a tone dripping with condescension. "--and your mother should have swallowed."
Was that too far?
The blonde thrashed against his friend's hands, and, clearly fed up with the lippy bitch, he let him go. "THAT'S IT," he snarled, raising his hands. "LET'S GO."
Yeah, probably too far.
Violet Lockheart
Lunch was a good time to slip away and get back into her own head; put on some music, crack a book, and shut the world out. Today's book du jour was Wizard and Glass, book four in the Dark Tower series by Stephen King, and one of her favourites. Her meal already finished, Wren's deep brown eyes sailed across each line, drinking in the words she'd already read a hundred times and loving them as much as the first.
But then someone had to be a dick.
Located as she was, leaning against the outer wall with the remaining core of an apple dangling from her free hand with "SAIL" blaring in her ears and paying no attention to anything other than her book, made her unfortunately susceptible for little accidents.
She didn't see the two boys jostling eachother as they walked up the hall with bottles in their hand until one such young man was jostled right into her. Instead of smashing into the wall, as was probably intended, the young man checked almost his full body weight into Wren from the side. Caught off guard, she stumbled but did not fall... unfortunately, this was not true of her book, which wound up on the ground.
And to her horror, a litre of Dr. Pepper followed it to the ground.
Her eyes widened, her spine slowly straightening as the disgusting drink fizzed over the pages of her book held between her forefinger and thumb. Soaked. Ruined. She turned slowly to look at the young man, who was picking himself up and swinging playfully at his friend, mouthing something vehemently.
Mouthing?
Oh, right. Headphones.
She pulled her headphones down around her neck, the wide eyed look still fixed on her otherwise flat expression. "Hey."
The two boys looked over, their joviality falling a little at the expression on her face. She held up the soaked book a little higher. "Are you naturally idiots, or did you have to train to be that way?"
Their faces fell further, and they exchanged a glance. The blonde, tattooed one looked back at her with a frown and a scoff. "Accident. Sorry." They turned to go.
"No you're not."
The blonde spared her a glance over his shoulder and snorted. "Whatever, bitch, you were in the way."
"No." Her low voice was suddenly very clear as the word snapped off her tongue like the crack of a whip. "I was out of the way. We're outside. Did it not occur to you that there were other people might be out here too?"
"It's just a fuckin' book, chill," said his red-haired friend, trying to disarm the situation.
Wren scoffed, "Don't act like you know what it is. I doubt you can even read."
Both the boys turned back around to look at her, incredulous. This chick was five-foot-fuck-all built like a stick, and she was mouthing off.
"HEY." The blonde threw out his arms from his side, walking back towards her. "I said I was sorry!"
"Just like your mother when she says she loves you, it was not sincere."
There was an ooooh that went up from the few people that stopped nearby to watch. Wren glanced briefly at their faces before flicking her aloof gaze back to the boys in front of her. Great.
The blonde went red in the face and started to step forward a little more quickly until he was abruptly pulled back by his red-haired friend, bewildered and offended. "What the fuck is your problem?!"
"My problem," she began in crisp tones, folding her arms across her chest as she tilted her head to look up at him. "Is mindless little fuckwits like you who can't be bothered to not act like morons for two seconds."
The blonde tried to push past his friend, but the ginger held fast. Instead, he spat on the ground and flipped her off. "Fuck you!"
"You future dropouts are nothing but a walking waste of skin," she continued unabated, leaning forward at the waist slightly to deliver the last of her lines in a tone dripping with condescension. "--and your mother should have swallowed."
Was that too far?
The blonde thrashed against his friend's hands, and, clearly fed up with the lippy bitch, he let him go. "THAT'S IT," he snarled, raising his hands. "LET'S GO."
Yeah, probably too far.
Violet Lockheart