Post by "Z.E.B." on Jun 22, 2009 17:58:51 GMT -5
OOC: Alright. Casey posts first, then anyone else can join in. Please keep to posting order. Any exceptions to that, please PM.
...There stood the boy, hidden in the shadows of a nearby vending machine. Granted, it was lunchtime, in Area G of the campus. However, with his arms folded over his chest, his black pants and robes styled about in an intimidating fashion, his bowler and hair hiding his eyes, and his converse shoes kinda providing a healthy contradiction to what looked like a Chinese Buddhist monk, he sat there, leaning against the wall, smiling to himself. Granted, some people had already spotted him via the angle in which he had presented himself at, and therein kept their heads turned away---He had on a rather dangerous-feeling aura.
Exactly what the boy felt and hoped to convey shortly.
With all these run-ins, he knew that he had hit a peak in his training. The farm work was not enough. The sparring at "home" was not enough. And he still had no real foothold established in Public High School #42 Moral Crest High. Reputation-wise (which, provided his boss was correct, meant a lot in high school), he was actually towards the bottom of the level---The most attention he garnered or warranted was being "that kid"---the wild card of most situations.
And that is just what he was. The next person to pass by the vending machine without seeing him would---
This Isn't Creepy. Nope. Not At All.
Theme Song: Before The Storm From Dynasty Warriors 6
Theme Song: Before The Storm From Dynasty Warriors 6
...There stood the boy, hidden in the shadows of a nearby vending machine. Granted, it was lunchtime, in Area G of the campus. However, with his arms folded over his chest, his black pants and robes styled about in an intimidating fashion, his bowler and hair hiding his eyes, and his converse shoes kinda providing a healthy contradiction to what looked like a Chinese Buddhist monk, he sat there, leaning against the wall, smiling to himself. Granted, some people had already spotted him via the angle in which he had presented himself at, and therein kept their heads turned away---He had on a rather dangerous-feeling aura.
Exactly what the boy felt and hoped to convey shortly.
With all these run-ins, he knew that he had hit a peak in his training. The farm work was not enough. The sparring at "home" was not enough. And he still had no real foothold established in Public High School #42 Moral Crest High. Reputation-wise (which, provided his boss was correct, meant a lot in high school), he was actually towards the bottom of the level---The most attention he garnered or warranted was being "that kid"---the wild card of most situations.
And that is just what he was. The next person to pass by the vending machine without seeing him would---
