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[b]Location: His house > school
Interacting with: Himself, his mother, two unsuspecting emos ( [@Silent Observer], [@foxygen]
Time: 7:40 AM to 9:09 AM[/b]

Sleeping was easy for Davy. He didn’t have to face anyone, didn’t have to speak with anyone, didn’t have any expectations, no due dates, nothing. Peace and quiet. Peace of mind, y’know? The time he spent asleep was his... Favorite time, more or less--eating was a close second(but who didn’t like eating?)--but, ultimately, sleeping took the cake. Now, waking up? That was a different story entirely. That was a [i]challenge[/i]; dragging himself up and out of bed was a [i]struggle[/i], and motivation to go to school was scarce, at best. It was his first day though! So, when his phone kicked on, firing up the surround sound in his basement and not so politely blasting him with music, Davy’s eyes opened as he was dragged from his beloved rest and to reality.

There was worst stuff to wake up to, Davy thought. The night before, he’d smartly chosen a smooth, easy song to play in from his speakers and rouse him from rest. He stretched out on the beanbag he’d fallen asleep on and kicked his phone on, checking the time. Time to go school. Silently, he wished it was a Wednesday, his therapy day. At least then he’d get a doctor’s note, would miss half the day, and could squeeze the tardy slip all the way through till lunch time.

But, unfortunately for him, it was a blasted Monday. That meant school. Straight there, hopefully straight back without any [i]instances[/i] involving [i]people[/i]. He groaned and clicked the music down as he stood up, running a hand through his uneven, messy black hair as he looked around the room. He walked over to the corkboard containing his drawings from the night before and stared at them for a few seconds before he decided their fate: he stuffed them into the side pocket of his backpack, which he threw over his shoulder. He headed over to his pets, Sprinkles the duck and Frosting the turtle, looking down into their shared cage. [color=228b22][b]”Alright, boys. Daddy’s gotta go to work. Kinda. School, really, but honestly, it’s the same thing… Anyway. Here’s the deal. Ya gotta take care of yourselves for the day. I think you can handle it, but just in case I’m gonna leave this here.”[/b][/color] He explained, grabbing the microphone half of a baby monitor and sticking it close to the cage. Then, Davy reached down and picked up his quacking duck--who didn’t complain, this is what he was here for, anyway--and gently placed him on the shell of Frosting. [color=228b22][b]”Alright, guys. This right here is your power stance. From this stance, you own the universe. No one can stop you, no one can touch you,”[/b][/color] David grinned and clicked the monitor on before he continued to speak, [b][color=228b22]”Mom can hear you now. So she’ll come to help if you quack properly. Don’t worry, she knows the system.”[/color][/b] Davy smiled and gave his friends a wave as he turned to leave the basement.

Basement wasn’t exactly the proper term, Davy didn’t think. There was a reason he referred to it as his ‘secret’ spot: if no one in his family told someone about it, they simply wouldn’t know it existed. The original owners of Davy’s home had been… paranoid, to say the least. Paranoid enough to install a 50 x 50 x 15 bombshelter 50 feet underground approximately 120 feet to the left of their actual home. Originally accessible through a hatch in the pantry, which lead to a tunnel, Davy’s parents had moved the entryway to the tunnel to the left of the pantry, hidden away to look like the normal wall of building with an electric door that slid into the rear wall of the pantry when activated. After that(and this step in particular had taken some work), but a computer system(powered by a Raspberry Pi, of course) had been set up to open the door only to Davy’s voice… Or, the remote if you had it. But only his mother had it, and that, Davy thought was understandable.

Heading up the stairs toward the real world now, Davy sighed and hit the button, causing the door to slide open and slipped outside. Still holding the receiving end of the baby monitor now, David headed towards his [i]actual[/i] bedroom, where he selected his clothes for the day, and grabbed his skateboard off of the bed. He looked down at the baby monitor and heard the forlorn quacking from his duck and he yearned to return to his secret spot and cuddle Sprinkles until he smiled, but alas. [i]School[/i] called.

David hopped in the shower, and in ten seconds flat was showered, teeth brushed, hair… well, his hair was there, clean clothes on, and headed out the door with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He stopped in the kitchen, tapping his mother on the shoulder and smiling as she turned to look at him. [color=228b22][b]”Hey, mom. Here’s the monitor. Remember, one quack means they want to go outside. Two quacks means fresh water. Three quacks means they’re hungry. [i]Please take care of my pets![/i]”[/b][/color] Illyana, David’s mother, was struck by the sight of her son [i]smiling[/i], especially on a school day.

As she thrust his lunch into his hands(which Davy quickly crammed into his pack), she spoke excitedly: [b]”David! You’re smiling. Happy! You look happy! For school!”[/b] In response, Davy’s eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head rapidly as he kissed his mother on the cheek and spun on his heel, headed toward the door. Looking over his shoulder, David responded:

[color=228b22][b]”I’m not [i]happy[/i] I was just with my duck and tortle. They make me happy. As we both well know,”[/b][/color] Davy’s eyes twinkled now as he turned the knob and opened the door. [color=228b22][b]”I’m [i]horribly[/i] depressed.”[/b][/color] As he headed out the door, his mother let out a long sigh.

[b]”You be careful on that skateboard. I don’t wanna have to come peel you off of the asphalt today…”[/b]

Davy smiled again, that same wide, charming smile that only saw the light of day when he wasn’t scared for his life, surrounded by people he didn’t like, before he spoke: [color=228b22][b]”Mama...  when am I ever [i]not[/i] safe?”[/b][/color] With that, he slammed the board down onto the ground and headed toward the school.

Contrary to all his implied bravado in the final statement to his mother, and despite his undeniable skills… David was indeed safe. And as he rolled up to the school, Davy slid headphones into his ears, deciding it best that he not have to hear anyone--lest he talk to them. Now blocked off from the world, Davy smiled as he listened to the music in his ears, nodding along to the beat. Strategically abusing his knowledge of the various locations of janitor’s closets in Beverly Hills High, Davy managed to masterfully avoid the assembly--and smoke half a bowl too. [i]Now[/i], he could handle people.

With the artificial confidence provided by the THC now in his system, Davy decided he would skate on the bleachers--no, [i]down[/i] them. Starting from the top(which took way longer and more effort to walk to than he’d anticipated), David popped the skateboard up on two wheels and moved across the thin seat of wood and down them. WIth a thump, he hit the second one. The [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZul_mSFczs]music[/url] in his ears began to increase in pace and Davy could feel himself get thrown slightly off balance by the heavy backpack he wore.

Oh well, he thought as he hit the third one.

Nearing the bottom now, Davy realized that he had no idea how he was going to [i]stop.[/i] Oops, that was the weed. Seriously.

[i]None of the above, cut the cord![/i]

Davy groaned as he saw his unfortunate targets, now closer than they needed to be. Welp, here we go.

[i]Lights out![/i]

David smashed into the young man and his companion, causing his drawing to scatter all over the field. Eyes wide now, and panic setting in, Davy quickly began to speak: [color=228b22][b]”Sorry! I’m sorry! I wasn’t watching, I swear I”m sorry I didn’t mean to do that I’m sorry! ...Oh! It’s Jar! Hey man.”[/b][/color]  Halfway through, Davy realized who he’d bumped into, and his fear and panic was replaced with relief and more or less genuine joy at seeing his friend--and his other friend! Two friends! That was almost all of them! Exciting! [color=228b22][b]”See, man, I thougth I’d have to talk to someone… Hey, don’t!”[/b][/color] He said quickly, but it was too late. Jar had already began to help him pick up the scattered drawings--and, as luck would have it, he’d picked up the one of himself.

Davy reached out to the sky and grapsed at it.

[i]So close.[/i][/center]