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6 yrs ago
I am not being controlled by a mind flayer. I just used my own healthy brain to come to that conclusion. Because I'm saying it, it must be true.
6 yrs ago
Ok, time to spend the next 30 minutes of my life looking for a new profile picture. 😪
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Dont worry, I'm still here.
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Sweat dripped down Micky's shirt as he jogged down the block of his neighborhood. This was a routine of his that he promised himself a while back, he promised himself he'd get in shape and stay in shape. Now, after every day of school Micky runs for 20 minutes, takes a short walk for about 10 minutes, then runs back home. Every day it is a different exercise that works out a different series of muscles, since it's thursday, Micky is doing aerobic exercises.
On an average day Micky would jog away from his house and then back, but with this detention at Sea Side Park, Micky is going to make his home-stretch towards the park. Micky's routine was coming to an end just as the park came into view, he decided to walk the last block and try to catch his breathe in meantime. The way he looked, no one would expect him to be dressed for what the students had in store for them. He wore a under-armor shirt that was slightly to small for him, forcing his gut to push out the bottom of it. the sweat underneath his armpits and on his chest darkened the light green shirt into a swampy colour. His hair sticking to the sides of his face from the sweat.
Micky was well aware he looked like shit, but he didn't really care. He had a hoodie in his travel back-pack that would cover up his unsightly body, and a hat as well. This spare clothing hid his features from others and made him sweat, which is a good way to loose a bunch of water-weight. He figured if he sweated all day than came home to a cool shower, he can prepare himself for the most relaxing time. But until then, he had to put up with this punishment.
Micky slipped the grey hoodie out of his back-pack and stuffed himself inside just moments before he came into earshot distance from the other students. It was clear he still had a few minutes before everybody was at the park, so he took this time to relax his body in a more proper manner. He started to do stretches, before he ultimately sat down and looked up at the trees that hung over his head. Micky never thought about coming to the park after his runs, but he never before realized how serene it was. This may just be the perfect spot to cool off after a run.
On an average day Micky would jog away from his house and then back, but with this detention at Sea Side Park, Micky is going to make his home-stretch towards the park. Micky's routine was coming to an end just as the park came into view, he decided to walk the last block and try to catch his breathe in meantime. The way he looked, no one would expect him to be dressed for what the students had in store for them. He wore a under-armor shirt that was slightly to small for him, forcing his gut to push out the bottom of it. the sweat underneath his armpits and on his chest darkened the light green shirt into a swampy colour. His hair sticking to the sides of his face from the sweat.
Micky was well aware he looked like shit, but he didn't really care. He had a hoodie in his travel back-pack that would cover up his unsightly body, and a hat as well. This spare clothing hid his features from others and made him sweat, which is a good way to loose a bunch of water-weight. He figured if he sweated all day than came home to a cool shower, he can prepare himself for the most relaxing time. But until then, he had to put up with this punishment.
Micky slipped the grey hoodie out of his back-pack and stuffed himself inside just moments before he came into earshot distance from the other students. It was clear he still had a few minutes before everybody was at the park, so he took this time to relax his body in a more proper manner. He started to do stretches, before he ultimately sat down and looked up at the trees that hung over his head. Micky never thought about coming to the park after his runs, but he never before realized how serene it was. This may just be the perfect spot to cool off after a run.
I'm a bit late, but I think every character falling ill at the same time would be best.
Micky let out a disappointed sigh when he heard what Om had to say. On one hand, Micky understood why he was getting in trouble and it seemed reasonable enough. On the other hand, it wasn't Micky who was fighting in the cafeteria. There wasn't much time to think about things, if Micky still wanted a lunch he'd just have to accept the punishment and go about his day.
He tried not to protest too much, but he couldn't help but add his two cents, like most of the other students. Micky spoke up as he watched the Sub walk out of the room, "But, I have plans at 8!" His words falling on deaf ears. Micky sulked in his chair while he looked around the room at the others. How in hell did I get clumped together with these guys... He thought to himself. He noticed Alden shifting in his chair, a sign that he's been here for some time now. I guess their not all that bad.
Micky let out another sigh a few moments after Om left the room. "I guess it can't be helped." Micky said to the others, trying sound more zen than what he was feeling.
He tried not to protest too much, but he couldn't help but add his two cents, like most of the other students. Micky spoke up as he watched the Sub walk out of the room, "But, I have plans at 8!" His words falling on deaf ears. Micky sulked in his chair while he looked around the room at the others. How in hell did I get clumped together with these guys... He thought to himself. He noticed Alden shifting in his chair, a sign that he's been here for some time now. I guess their not all that bad.
Micky let out another sigh a few moments after Om left the room. "I guess it can't be helped." Micky said to the others, trying sound more zen than what he was feeling.
I'm still here too.
I'll wait until tomorrow to throw something up. I just posted before the plot-post so I'll give other people a chance to post first.
Kazue held the door open for a few seconds to long, eventually turning into something the put Kaz in a very awkward position. He waited for a little bit, before spotting a boy about to come into the Cafe. It'd appear Momiji spotted this boy the same time he had, except, she responded in a completely different way. While Kazue just stepped back with one foot, opening the door to the cafe more to allow this person in, Momiji let out a shriek and called him a monster?
Kazue thought it was a bit harsh, the boy was a bit thin and pale but to say it out loud was bit unexpected. Kazue stood their, awkwardly, as Momiji bombarded this boy with questions as if she was talking to a starving child. Kazue might have said something to them about holding the door open for to long, but he honestly thought it would make him seem like he didn't really care for chivalry, that soul purpose being the reason why he's holding the door open in the first place. Instead, Kaz let a sigh escape his lungs and leave his nose, it was quite and light enough to go unnoticed.
Kazue looked at Momiji when she said his name, he was listening inattentively just a few seconds prior but he still understood what she was saying. It was like his brain was listening even when he didn't intend to, allowing him to respond without having her repeat herself. "N-No, no, it's no problem." Kazue said, ushering in the boy to the cafe.
From what it seemed, Momiji didn't know this person, and if she did, why didn't she call him by his name? Kazue just assumed she didn't know him, so he started to wonder what this boy is going do. Kazue tried to see it from his perspective; You're just about to walk into a cafe and you get stopped by a rather pretty girl and she treats you like you've been starving all your life. Kazue felt a shiver down his spine, That would be terrifying.. Kazue closed the cafe door behind him as he let the boy enter.
He looked over at Momiji from beyond the boy's shoulder, "We'll catch up after." Micky stated. There wasn't a lot of confidence towards the end of that statement, making it come off more like a question, as if he was unsure of what is happening.
Kazue thought it was a bit harsh, the boy was a bit thin and pale but to say it out loud was bit unexpected. Kazue stood their, awkwardly, as Momiji bombarded this boy with questions as if she was talking to a starving child. Kazue might have said something to them about holding the door open for to long, but he honestly thought it would make him seem like he didn't really care for chivalry, that soul purpose being the reason why he's holding the door open in the first place. Instead, Kaz let a sigh escape his lungs and leave his nose, it was quite and light enough to go unnoticed.
Kazue looked at Momiji when she said his name, he was listening inattentively just a few seconds prior but he still understood what she was saying. It was like his brain was listening even when he didn't intend to, allowing him to respond without having her repeat herself. "N-No, no, it's no problem." Kazue said, ushering in the boy to the cafe.
From what it seemed, Momiji didn't know this person, and if she did, why didn't she call him by his name? Kazue just assumed she didn't know him, so he started to wonder what this boy is going do. Kazue tried to see it from his perspective; You're just about to walk into a cafe and you get stopped by a rather pretty girl and she treats you like you've been starving all your life. Kazue felt a shiver down his spine, That would be terrifying.. Kazue closed the cafe door behind him as he let the boy enter.
He looked over at Momiji from beyond the boy's shoulder, "We'll catch up after." Micky stated. There wasn't a lot of confidence towards the end of that statement, making it come off more like a question, as if he was unsure of what is happening.
Micky sat there in the awe that was the aftermath of "The Mute's" bully beat down. He felt compelled to do a double triple take of the silent girl leaving Largent in pain as she helped her fiend, the boy who caused this scuffle. He was dumbfounded, how can such a small girl have so much confidence as to take on Largent, of all people. What if her attacks didn't phase Largent, did she even think that far? Micky wouldn't put it past Largent to hurt a girl half his size, that just made the scene that just unfolded all the more baffling.
Micky watched as they left the cafeteria. As he watched the two leave, he was about to look at Largent, but before he turned his head he watch Alden carry him out. There was a trail of blood that followed the three, presumably from Largent's nose.
"This is a crazy day..." Micky said a he looked up and down the blood trail. He watched as the students started to back about their business, continuing with their hum and drum. Micky wasn't feeling lunch anymore, so he went to look for the boy who started it who bumped into Largent. Micky left the cafeteria and moved through the halls, finally spotting the boy and the silent girl.
He knelt down in front of them both and began to speak.
"Man, you took a serious punch! Are you gonna be okay?" Micky said, genuinely concerned
Micky watched as they left the cafeteria. As he watched the two leave, he was about to look at Largent, but before he turned his head he watch Alden carry him out. There was a trail of blood that followed the three, presumably from Largent's nose.
"This is a crazy day..." Micky said a he looked up and down the blood trail. He watched as the students started to back about their business, continuing with their hum and drum. Micky wasn't feeling lunch anymore, so he went to look for the boy who started it who bumped into Largent. Micky left the cafeteria and moved through the halls, finally spotting the boy and the silent girl.
He knelt down in front of them both and began to speak.
"Man, you took a serious punch! Are you gonna be okay?" Micky said, genuinely concerned
I'm fine with that.
Micky made his way to his third class, Math. There wasn't anything interesting going on in math, at least, nothing Micky found interesting. It was your average class routine; Review the homework, complete a work sheet out of the text book, than finish off with more assigned homework. Nothing special. Micky didn't realize how quickly the day was going now that his hardest class, Phys. Ed, was now over. Math flew by and the bell eventually rang, indicating it was lunch.
Micky wlked down the halls and made his way to his locker where he would grab the few dollars he had for lunch. I't would be a strong argument to say that the lunch food wasn't worth paying for, but Micky had no other choice. Other than the Roof over his head and food on the table, Micky was quite independent. Micky didn't make his own lunch, not for any specific reason. The change jingled in his pocket as he walked through the halls and into the cafeteria. He got a bit nervous when he realized how much noise his money was making. In the past, he had numerous incidents where bullies would hassle him for his money. It happened only once at this school by a boy named Largent.
Of course, the amount of money he had wasn't a big enough pot for Largent to want it, but the thought still remained. Realistically, that incident with Largent might never happen again, but with a past like Micky's you can never be to paranoid. Micky walked into the cafeteria and saw the scene that was unraveling.
"Speak of the devil..." Micky whispered to himself.
He joined the crowed of gawking students, shuffling his way to the front of the crowed. He recognized the boy opposite of Largent, although his name was a mystery to Micky. Regardless, of who the boy was, this was a scenario you wouldn't wish on your enemy.
"The boy's a dead man" Micky said, His words getting mixed in with those of all the other students.
Micky wlked down the halls and made his way to his locker where he would grab the few dollars he had for lunch. I't would be a strong argument to say that the lunch food wasn't worth paying for, but Micky had no other choice. Other than the Roof over his head and food on the table, Micky was quite independent. Micky didn't make his own lunch, not for any specific reason. The change jingled in his pocket as he walked through the halls and into the cafeteria. He got a bit nervous when he realized how much noise his money was making. In the past, he had numerous incidents where bullies would hassle him for his money. It happened only once at this school by a boy named Largent.
Of course, the amount of money he had wasn't a big enough pot for Largent to want it, but the thought still remained. Realistically, that incident with Largent might never happen again, but with a past like Micky's you can never be to paranoid. Micky walked into the cafeteria and saw the scene that was unraveling.
"Speak of the devil..." Micky whispered to himself.
He joined the crowed of gawking students, shuffling his way to the front of the crowed. He recognized the boy opposite of Largent, although his name was a mystery to Micky. Regardless, of who the boy was, this was a scenario you wouldn't wish on your enemy.
"The boy's a dead man" Micky said, His words getting mixed in with those of all the other students.
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