Post by Tristan Korvel on Apr 7, 2016 22:08:37 GMT -8
I AM NOT A BAD MAN
even though i do bad things
VERY BAD THINGS
such horrible things
Tristan was never the best at making friends, it seemed ever the repetetive cycle of harsh realities becoming far more apparent as he'd entered new schools. This one had been no different than the others prior; just a number of numb skulls trying to climb some ladder they all saw pride in. He was vexed, some may say it was his sense of greed or avarice at the fact that he was lacking these qualities and that may have been true but he'd relish in it.
Class had just gotten out, the toll of bells releasing the students into the fray of what looked to be a fight. Tristan stood bloody lipped facing down three other boys, though they were all muscled to the teeth and bore tats from gangs about the school they were a bit brief of brain.
"Heh.. I know why you're so tight wound... Mommy didn't love you did she?"
Vehement beams of heat from their nostrils flaring before lunging out, Tristan in turn narrowly dodging to the side and punching one in response. It was a battle of attrition although Trist was running on fumes.
Class had just gotten out, the toll of bells releasing the students into the fray of what looked to be a fight. Tristan stood bloody lipped facing down three other boys, though they were all muscled to the teeth and bore tats from gangs about the school they were a bit brief of brain.
"Heh.. I know why you're so tight wound... Mommy didn't love you did she?"
Vehement beams of heat from their nostrils flaring before lunging out, Tristan in turn narrowly dodging to the side and punching one in response. It was a battle of attrition although Trist was running on fumes.
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