Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Mar 13, 2009 18:50:08 GMT -5
"Mmm...."
The noise came from a deep, powerful voice, the likes of which Moral Crest would soon be used to. The Male it belonged to dressed in a casual way, standoffish yet obviously differing from the normal attire adorned by those of Moral Crest. The noise was a grunt of acknowledgment, given with a downward glance at the earth and a hand replacing the lit cigarette to his lips. Before him stood two other males, each of them posturing, pretending to be the big boys on campus when in fact they were ready to shit themselves because of the sheer size of the man they had decided to try and bully.
They weren't small themselves-being linebackers in the football team- but they were obviously outclassed and they were feeling antsy. He had said not two words to them since he had stepped from the Karts bus that had left him on the corner of the block that the school was sitting on. He shouldered his back as the kids spoke again.
"Our advice is to just adhere to the rules of the Pillarship and learn your place. Don't cause trouble for us and we won't Cause trouble for you. Get it?"
Jeremiah removed the smoke from his lips, blowing the ash out through his nostrils. He looked up to the faces of the two before him, glasses reflecting the sunlight, not saying anything before flicking his cancer stick right into the face of the one on his right. The guys hands went to his face as he cried out, trying to bat the burning sensation from his eyes. The guys friend turned to his buddy, helping to brush ash from his hair. Jeremiah walked past them, grabbing hold of the front door and pulling it open casually. He looked around himself, sniffing a little in derision. Most would talk about how nice the place was, how much of a dump it was, or both. Jeremiah wasn't truly interested in how the place itself fared, instead more interested in the populace that walked the halls or lack there of.
Jeremy moved over to the counter, shifting his shoulder to move past someone who walked by him in order to avoid hitting shoulders. He stepped to the counter, the woman asking his name.
"Jeremiah Sykes."
The lady tapped a few keys on her keyboard before clicking with her mouse, printing out a paper and handing it over to him. He looked down at the classes recorded there. He folded it in half.
"Thanks."
He turned, walking straight down the nearest hallway, looking for his locker number.
The noise came from a deep, powerful voice, the likes of which Moral Crest would soon be used to. The Male it belonged to dressed in a casual way, standoffish yet obviously differing from the normal attire adorned by those of Moral Crest. The noise was a grunt of acknowledgment, given with a downward glance at the earth and a hand replacing the lit cigarette to his lips. Before him stood two other males, each of them posturing, pretending to be the big boys on campus when in fact they were ready to shit themselves because of the sheer size of the man they had decided to try and bully.
They weren't small themselves-being linebackers in the football team- but they were obviously outclassed and they were feeling antsy. He had said not two words to them since he had stepped from the Karts bus that had left him on the corner of the block that the school was sitting on. He shouldered his back as the kids spoke again.
"Our advice is to just adhere to the rules of the Pillarship and learn your place. Don't cause trouble for us and we won't Cause trouble for you. Get it?"
Jeremiah removed the smoke from his lips, blowing the ash out through his nostrils. He looked up to the faces of the two before him, glasses reflecting the sunlight, not saying anything before flicking his cancer stick right into the face of the one on his right. The guys hands went to his face as he cried out, trying to bat the burning sensation from his eyes. The guys friend turned to his buddy, helping to brush ash from his hair. Jeremiah walked past them, grabbing hold of the front door and pulling it open casually. He looked around himself, sniffing a little in derision. Most would talk about how nice the place was, how much of a dump it was, or both. Jeremiah wasn't truly interested in how the place itself fared, instead more interested in the populace that walked the halls or lack there of.
Jeremy moved over to the counter, shifting his shoulder to move past someone who walked by him in order to avoid hitting shoulders. He stepped to the counter, the woman asking his name.
"Jeremiah Sykes."
The lady tapped a few keys on her keyboard before clicking with her mouse, printing out a paper and handing it over to him. He looked down at the classes recorded there. He folded it in half.
"Thanks."
He turned, walking straight down the nearest hallway, looking for his locker number.
