I'm A Loser
May 27, 2015 1:11:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 1:11:13 GMT -5
Oriel always felt weird walking past the elementary school. He always had to, when he stayed the night over at Phoenix's dad's place and had class the next morning, but it always gave him a weird feeling in his gut. Probably from the crowds of kids playing on the that stupid spider-gym, or jumping off the swings, and just generally trying to do any sort of activity that could break their necks. Oriel was never like that when he was their age, nope! (He was worse.) And no, he was not feeling sorry for himself because his childhood was completely fucked up and he never got to enjoy it so carelessly and mindlessly like these little snot-producing urchins were.
Okay, so maybe Oriel did have issues, but that was half the reason why he often took the other route to the school, the one that didn't pass the playground and the broods of gnats swarming over it.
Today, something possessed him. What it was, he did not know, perhaps it was fate, or the position of the stars, or the will of the gods controlling them, but something possessed him to take the more direct route to Hammel that morning instead of the longer one. Oriel would argue that it was simply because he was late and planned to dash past the gated playground anyway, a piece of toast hanging from his mouth and looking very much like a typical high school (girl) student trying to make it to class on time, like a scene straight from one of those Japanese cartoons some people were obsessed with(he didn't see the appeal).
Oriel grunted in disdain watching all those cheery kids as he nibbled and munched on his toast. Whatever. He didn't need to care. Oriel pulled up his backpack to a more comfortable(and stable) position and started trotting down the sidewalk. He could probably still make it if he just kept at this pace and didn't stop(thank fuck for stamina, yaay!). Oriel had his head down, however, as he ran, watching the sidewalk directly in front of him more than what was going on further down, and so he didn't see the pair that had just turned the corner and started walking(rolling) towards him a good distance away.
He looked up by chance when they were no more than 15 feet away and skidded to a stop. His eyes went wide. Oriel recognized that pair of idiots, that wheelchair, those broken legs, those stupid wings, and that ugly tooth-brat pushing him from behind. It was the brat that was the problem though. Maybe he didn't see him!? Maybe? Hopefully? What should he do? Run? Good plan!
Oriel was paused for a whole of three seconds while he made that decision, and his kicks to the sidewalk left him running into the side of the chain-linked fence beside them. He instinctively started crawling up it like a hoodlum trying to escape the police.
Okay, so maybe Oriel did have issues, but that was half the reason why he often took the other route to the school, the one that didn't pass the playground and the broods of gnats swarming over it.
Today, something possessed him. What it was, he did not know, perhaps it was fate, or the position of the stars, or the will of the gods controlling them, but something possessed him to take the more direct route to Hammel that morning instead of the longer one. Oriel would argue that it was simply because he was late and planned to dash past the gated playground anyway, a piece of toast hanging from his mouth and looking very much like a typical high school (girl) student trying to make it to class on time, like a scene straight from one of those Japanese cartoons some people were obsessed with(he didn't see the appeal).
Oriel grunted in disdain watching all those cheery kids as he nibbled and munched on his toast. Whatever. He didn't need to care. Oriel pulled up his backpack to a more comfortable(and stable) position and started trotting down the sidewalk. He could probably still make it if he just kept at this pace and didn't stop(thank fuck for stamina, yaay!). Oriel had his head down, however, as he ran, watching the sidewalk directly in front of him more than what was going on further down, and so he didn't see the pair that had just turned the corner and started walking(rolling) towards him a good distance away.
He looked up by chance when they were no more than 15 feet away and skidded to a stop. His eyes went wide. Oriel recognized that pair of idiots, that wheelchair, those broken legs, those stupid wings, and that ugly tooth-brat pushing him from behind. It was the brat that was the problem though. Maybe he didn't see him!? Maybe? Hopefully? What should he do? Run? Good plan!
Oriel was paused for a whole of three seconds while he made that decision, and his kicks to the sidewalk left him running into the side of the chain-linked fence beside them. He instinctively started crawling up it like a hoodlum trying to escape the police.