Who are you? (Open)
Dec 13, 2011 10:44:54 GMT -5
Post by Lani Hunter on Dec 13, 2011 10:44:54 GMT -5
Lani whistled joyfully as he strode out of the school. He felt cooped up and his body practically vibrated with energy. He had been doing a whole lot of nothing these last few days and he really just needed to blow off steam. He had donned black sweat pants and a hoodie just for the occasion. He was wearing a pair of toe shoes, they had been a gift and after a few moments of wearing them Lani fell in love. It gave all the flexibility of being barefoot with the comfort of a sole between you and the ground. He stretched slowly once he got to the outdoor track. It was cold enough and probably early enough that not a lot of people were out here. He was just glad he didn't have to compete with a speedster.
He dropped his bag and water bottle on the edge of the track and stepped onto the track. You could see the walls from here. Part of him just wanted to see if he could jump it if given enough speed. He shook his head banishing that thought. He was not getting himself into trouble today. He just wanted to be left alone and run until he couldn't anymore. It was then Lani started to run. He was enjoying the chill of the air and his own thoughts. He wondered what prison was really like. He had been in juvy once but that had been for a minor crime and if they had known what Lani had really done they never would have let him out.
He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted to stop stealing, but there was loyalty and the sense of debt and he had a bad case of sticky fingers. He honestly enjoyed the rush of it. He didn't know how to stop and he knew the path his life was leading. No one outran the Feds forever. Even a telekinetic he had the best defenses but they probably had something for that. He just wasn't sure who he was anymore. He didn't even know the simplest things about himself. Was he gay or straight? Was he a good person or bad? Hell he couldn't even tell you if he was happy or not. And if not he couldn't tell you why. He paused by his bag on the first time around and dug out an aspirin. He popped it into his mouth soothing the ever present headache. He had heard his mother say more than once to other people that he was 'Just an angry boy,' but why he was angry...
He started running again staring at his feet. Jumping into view and falling out. Why was he angry? The best he could get at was that his life wasn't his. His life had been taken out of his hands over and over again. He was sick of people telling him what to do. He didn't want to be at Hammel he didn't want to steal, he didn't want to go to jail. He just wanted to be teenager. He hated this power. It had ruined everything. He had a future at least with his boss. In frustration he ran faster like he was trying to outrun his life. This wasn't settling his mind like he hoped it would. He was only left with more discontentment and more questions. He often thought he should talk to someone about it but then how could he without getting a one way ticket to prison? Hopeless.
He dropped his bag and water bottle on the edge of the track and stepped onto the track. You could see the walls from here. Part of him just wanted to see if he could jump it if given enough speed. He shook his head banishing that thought. He was not getting himself into trouble today. He just wanted to be left alone and run until he couldn't anymore. It was then Lani started to run. He was enjoying the chill of the air and his own thoughts. He wondered what prison was really like. He had been in juvy once but that had been for a minor crime and if they had known what Lani had really done they never would have let him out.
He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted to stop stealing, but there was loyalty and the sense of debt and he had a bad case of sticky fingers. He honestly enjoyed the rush of it. He didn't know how to stop and he knew the path his life was leading. No one outran the Feds forever. Even a telekinetic he had the best defenses but they probably had something for that. He just wasn't sure who he was anymore. He didn't even know the simplest things about himself. Was he gay or straight? Was he a good person or bad? Hell he couldn't even tell you if he was happy or not. And if not he couldn't tell you why. He paused by his bag on the first time around and dug out an aspirin. He popped it into his mouth soothing the ever present headache. He had heard his mother say more than once to other people that he was 'Just an angry boy,' but why he was angry...
He started running again staring at his feet. Jumping into view and falling out. Why was he angry? The best he could get at was that his life wasn't his. His life had been taken out of his hands over and over again. He was sick of people telling him what to do. He didn't want to be at Hammel he didn't want to steal, he didn't want to go to jail. He just wanted to be teenager. He hated this power. It had ruined everything. He had a future at least with his boss. In frustration he ran faster like he was trying to outrun his life. This wasn't settling his mind like he hoped it would. He was only left with more discontentment and more questions. He often thought he should talk to someone about it but then how could he without getting a one way ticket to prison? Hopeless.