Post by Sedrix West on Mar 18, 2007 1:32:36 GMT 1
Ah, the blissful harmony of the forest. The quiet echoes of wildlife, combined with the calming rustle of leaves in the wind. It was closing afternoon, at about 6:00pm. Peace, the only place in all of San Fransisco that has this word. Yet is is distrubed. The birds clear the trees in fear, and the rustles of the leaves become more violent.
There stood Sedrix, hitting his fists against the tree, in a circular clearing. Angry, depressed. What had he done? he had gone for so long, with out hurting someone for no good reason. Yet, yesterday he started a riot. It wounded the Varron students chance of ever being accepted in this shit hole. He had ruined all of the Watchmen's work, he blamed himself, and for good reason.
'Flashback'
His head came arose more, when he noticed a Hiricine walking his way, he tried to push to the side, but he accidentally bumped into him. He turned, whilst muttering a quiet apology, but the Hiricine obviously did not take this into account.
"What do you think your doing?" He said in a very God-complex tone. 'Christ...' Sedrix thought aggrievedly. "I said i'm..." He began, but was interrupted, by a fellow varronite. "Look man, it was just a bump for gods sake, chill out!" Sedrix began again, "I don't want any troub..." He was interrupted once again, this time by the Hiriciner. A fight was inevitably about to begin, Sedrix was shortly joined by another two varronites, by now he had given up on trying to explain himself and apologize.
He stood there as the battle of the mockeries continued. He sighed, and rolled his eyes at every swear word that left their disgusting mouths. He looked from side to side, over the inevitable crowd that gathered.
"You big retard, why don't you apologize, rather than standing there looking mildy threatening." Sedrix's rage exploded, as his right fist swung out, without a moments hesitation for thought. His fist encountered with his temple, and he fell to the floor. Passed out...
'Nice Sedrix, you've started the war..."
-End Flashback-
And a war it was. It hurt, knocked out to many students. Hiricine and Varron alike. Sedrix hit that student out of anger, not for good reason, And he felt terrible. He needed consult. Either someone to beat the shit out of him, until he feels justice is done, or for him to be able to do something to make for it. He needed a watchman.
"Watchman!"
There stood Sedrix, hitting his fists against the tree, in a circular clearing. Angry, depressed. What had he done? he had gone for so long, with out hurting someone for no good reason. Yet, yesterday he started a riot. It wounded the Varron students chance of ever being accepted in this shit hole. He had ruined all of the Watchmen's work, he blamed himself, and for good reason.
'Flashback'
His head came arose more, when he noticed a Hiricine walking his way, he tried to push to the side, but he accidentally bumped into him. He turned, whilst muttering a quiet apology, but the Hiricine obviously did not take this into account.
"What do you think your doing?" He said in a very God-complex tone. 'Christ...' Sedrix thought aggrievedly. "I said i'm..." He began, but was interrupted, by a fellow varronite. "Look man, it was just a bump for gods sake, chill out!" Sedrix began again, "I don't want any troub..." He was interrupted once again, this time by the Hiriciner. A fight was inevitably about to begin, Sedrix was shortly joined by another two varronites, by now he had given up on trying to explain himself and apologize.
He stood there as the battle of the mockeries continued. He sighed, and rolled his eyes at every swear word that left their disgusting mouths. He looked from side to side, over the inevitable crowd that gathered.
"You big retard, why don't you apologize, rather than standing there looking mildy threatening." Sedrix's rage exploded, as his right fist swung out, without a moments hesitation for thought. His fist encountered with his temple, and he fell to the floor. Passed out...
'Nice Sedrix, you've started the war..."
-End Flashback-
And a war it was. It hurt, knocked out to many students. Hiricine and Varron alike. Sedrix hit that student out of anger, not for good reason, And he felt terrible. He needed consult. Either someone to beat the shit out of him, until he feels justice is done, or for him to be able to do something to make for it. He needed a watchman.
"Watchman!"
