Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Apr 24, 2009 0:13:28 GMT -5
"Tch."
Jeremiah stood before the front of the school, a deep sigh escaping his lips after his initial noise of regret and distaste. His normal mood was apt to qualms of violence or serious distaste for anyones company, yet here the brute felt somehow alone. Perhaps in was the strangely sunny day or the current lack of violence, but the young Sykes felt a strange calm about him, like he was in the eye of the storm. Thinking this, for him, was not an act of posturing or saying he stood before all and was deep in the shit, but rather he was an outsider, watching the terrible acts of violence go on around him, things that seemed to plague him his entire life. The building felt like it should be torn asunder, yet nothing even so much as blinked.
He closed his eyes, re-adjusting the toothpick in his mouth before walking toward the school entrances.
Jeremiah was never the type to think too much on things- he lived his life as it came to him, taking things on as they happened, not worrying about the future. Yet, here he was, pondering the outcome of a building he cared nothing for. Unlike most of the populace within these walls, Jeremiah held no values or delusions of grandure. He wanted no fame, no fortune, no power. He simply wanted to be left alone. Still, he couldnt help but think on it- not because he wanted to act out or to do something, but from an inner curiosity that seemed to strive for sation. He was like a foriegner in a school that he had been going to for quite some time. He watched as kids were constantly brutalized in the name of a greater good. Not that it stirred his heart into action, but it spurred on a strangely familiar thought.
He reached out, opening the front doors, stepping inside the broken and battered building without hesitation, taking the first hall he came to.
'What makes any of these kids better than me?'
It was a self punishing, masochistic veiw of the world- He didnt see himself as below any of these kids. He didnt see himself higher either. He knew if he wanted to, he could damage them in ways they couldnt imagine, but he also knew that some had the potential to graduate with honors. He didnt dilude himself or try to puff up with remarks of his superiority- it was those students who did that made him question the purpose of theyre attitude, and what made them believe such a tale in the first place. They claimed to be protectors, or destroyers, yet they constantly preyed on those who could not defend themselves, all because they thought themselves protecting others who may be weaker. It seemed such a hypocritical circle, and a dark path not truly worth walking.
He seated himself on a bench, looking out around him at the bruised faces, some of them smiling, others crying, all of them looking over thier shoulders in fear.
"Tch."
He placed an arm on the benches back, closing his eyes and turning his head toward the ground.
'Jeremiah, old friend, your thinking on this shit way too much. Get over it- its how things are.'
He exhaled a breath, allowing the tension out of his body.
'What a life, eh?' He chuckled a little to himself.
'I wonder if any of those fatcats in DC ever dreamed they would have so many violent schools.' He burst out laughing.
"You'd think they'd get some people in here who could actually defend the damn place!" He laughed harder, people looking over at him. "Pillar system! Hahaha...Students set above others! hahahahaha...Let the teachers deal with it!" He laughed a little more. "Nobody is better then any of us. Haha...Man, what a crock, and what a shitty way to exist."
Jeremiah stood before the front of the school, a deep sigh escaping his lips after his initial noise of regret and distaste. His normal mood was apt to qualms of violence or serious distaste for anyones company, yet here the brute felt somehow alone. Perhaps in was the strangely sunny day or the current lack of violence, but the young Sykes felt a strange calm about him, like he was in the eye of the storm. Thinking this, for him, was not an act of posturing or saying he stood before all and was deep in the shit, but rather he was an outsider, watching the terrible acts of violence go on around him, things that seemed to plague him his entire life. The building felt like it should be torn asunder, yet nothing even so much as blinked.
He closed his eyes, re-adjusting the toothpick in his mouth before walking toward the school entrances.
Jeremiah was never the type to think too much on things- he lived his life as it came to him, taking things on as they happened, not worrying about the future. Yet, here he was, pondering the outcome of a building he cared nothing for. Unlike most of the populace within these walls, Jeremiah held no values or delusions of grandure. He wanted no fame, no fortune, no power. He simply wanted to be left alone. Still, he couldnt help but think on it- not because he wanted to act out or to do something, but from an inner curiosity that seemed to strive for sation. He was like a foriegner in a school that he had been going to for quite some time. He watched as kids were constantly brutalized in the name of a greater good. Not that it stirred his heart into action, but it spurred on a strangely familiar thought.
He reached out, opening the front doors, stepping inside the broken and battered building without hesitation, taking the first hall he came to.
'What makes any of these kids better than me?'
It was a self punishing, masochistic veiw of the world- He didnt see himself as below any of these kids. He didnt see himself higher either. He knew if he wanted to, he could damage them in ways they couldnt imagine, but he also knew that some had the potential to graduate with honors. He didnt dilude himself or try to puff up with remarks of his superiority- it was those students who did that made him question the purpose of theyre attitude, and what made them believe such a tale in the first place. They claimed to be protectors, or destroyers, yet they constantly preyed on those who could not defend themselves, all because they thought themselves protecting others who may be weaker. It seemed such a hypocritical circle, and a dark path not truly worth walking.
He seated himself on a bench, looking out around him at the bruised faces, some of them smiling, others crying, all of them looking over thier shoulders in fear.
"Tch."
He placed an arm on the benches back, closing his eyes and turning his head toward the ground.
'Jeremiah, old friend, your thinking on this shit way too much. Get over it- its how things are.'
He exhaled a breath, allowing the tension out of his body.
'What a life, eh?' He chuckled a little to himself.
'I wonder if any of those fatcats in DC ever dreamed they would have so many violent schools.' He burst out laughing.
"You'd think they'd get some people in here who could actually defend the damn place!" He laughed harder, people looking over at him. "Pillar system! Hahaha...Students set above others! hahahahaha...Let the teachers deal with it!" He laughed a little more. "Nobody is better then any of us. Haha...Man, what a crock, and what a shitty way to exist."
