Post by Damien Blaze on Apr 11, 2008 7:39:57 GMT 1
Damien took the cigerette from his lips with the middle and index fingers of his right hand, blowing a large wisp of smoke out the side of his mouth as he took a look around the school. It was impressive, about the same size as his last school, but with quite a few larger and....nastier suprises. The students were somthing else entirely, ranging from the incredibly weak to the incredibly strong. He saw men whose arms were the size of his thigh and others whose were the size of his wrist. At his last school, the kids were evenly proportioned, all of them, clean and tidy, wearing school uniform. Damien hated those things. He never wore it once. Due to his aunt, he was the only one who got away with it. Lucky him.
He reached up, sticking out his tounge just slightly, and picked off a piece of tabbacco that had come off his freshly rolled cig. He wasnt the type to buy them packaged and pre-rolled, instead choosing to buy the tabbacco and paper seperate. It was alot cheaper. He had always thought about quitting, but never really had a reason to. He didnt have a girlfriend, so he didnt kiss. And so far, none of the teachers had really given a damn. Therefore, he smoked on, bathing in sweet feel of the nicotene rushing through his viens, giving him some small measure of relaxation.
'Hey you, pretty boy'
Davids eyes slowly came up from the ground, searching for the pperson who had spoke. He was already calculating, judging his possibilities of escape, and his likleyhood of a fight. As his gaze traveled upward, he was suprised to note a woman, hair cut short, dressed up and tattood on, glaring over at him. He brought the smoke out of his mouth, releasing the small amount of ash into the atmosphere.
"The names Damien"
He flicked off the ever growing strand of already smoked material from his cig, and brought the smoke back to his lips, dragging deeply and expelling the remnants.
"How can i help you?"
He left the cig in his mouth as the girl cracked her knuckles and threw a punch directly toward his face. Damien tilted his head to the right, just enough for her fist to miss and crack into the wall behind him. He smoked on the cig he had left in his mouth, and then reached up, pulled it free, a small, malicious smile forming on his lips.
"Im sorry. Have i offended you in some way?"
She scowled. Having never removed her fist from the wall, she used it to prop herself as she leaned in and put her face close to Damiens.
'This is our section of the school. And everyone whose anyone knows that nobody smokes here."
Damien watched her face as she explained, the slight smell of pizza coming from the breath that she wafted under his nose with her talk.
"Is that so."
Damien brought the half-smoked cig back to his lips and smoked again, deeply inhaling. He blew the smoke into her face tauntingly.
She growled, throwing another punch at his face. He waited, allowing it to connect. She wasnt very big, and the hit left very little in the way of pain, so Damien brought his head back to face her, what with it having been turned with the punch. He brought the last end of his cig back to his lips and smoked what was left before flicking it off into the grass.
"Luckily for you, i dont hit women."
He wasnt in the best of moods before she came up to him, otherwise he would have been far more friendly, and accomodating. She glared at his back as he walked away, then turned and walked into the building Damien had been leaning against.
As he walked, Damiens mood Changed as he saw the fountain off to the side. He didnt know why, but small pieces of art always put him in a good mood. He loved art, though he had never taken any classes for it. He was more of an admirerer of art than a creator, and preffered to view than to make. He sat down by the fountain, leaning against the bench as the day wore on.
OOC((Forgive any spelling or grammer issues. Ill fix it in the morning))
He reached up, sticking out his tounge just slightly, and picked off a piece of tabbacco that had come off his freshly rolled cig. He wasnt the type to buy them packaged and pre-rolled, instead choosing to buy the tabbacco and paper seperate. It was alot cheaper. He had always thought about quitting, but never really had a reason to. He didnt have a girlfriend, so he didnt kiss. And so far, none of the teachers had really given a damn. Therefore, he smoked on, bathing in sweet feel of the nicotene rushing through his viens, giving him some small measure of relaxation.
'Hey you, pretty boy'
Davids eyes slowly came up from the ground, searching for the pperson who had spoke. He was already calculating, judging his possibilities of escape, and his likleyhood of a fight. As his gaze traveled upward, he was suprised to note a woman, hair cut short, dressed up and tattood on, glaring over at him. He brought the smoke out of his mouth, releasing the small amount of ash into the atmosphere.
"The names Damien"
He flicked off the ever growing strand of already smoked material from his cig, and brought the smoke back to his lips, dragging deeply and expelling the remnants.
"How can i help you?"
He left the cig in his mouth as the girl cracked her knuckles and threw a punch directly toward his face. Damien tilted his head to the right, just enough for her fist to miss and crack into the wall behind him. He smoked on the cig he had left in his mouth, and then reached up, pulled it free, a small, malicious smile forming on his lips.
"Im sorry. Have i offended you in some way?"
She scowled. Having never removed her fist from the wall, she used it to prop herself as she leaned in and put her face close to Damiens.
'This is our section of the school. And everyone whose anyone knows that nobody smokes here."
Damien watched her face as she explained, the slight smell of pizza coming from the breath that she wafted under his nose with her talk.
"Is that so."
Damien brought the half-smoked cig back to his lips and smoked again, deeply inhaling. He blew the smoke into her face tauntingly.
She growled, throwing another punch at his face. He waited, allowing it to connect. She wasnt very big, and the hit left very little in the way of pain, so Damien brought his head back to face her, what with it having been turned with the punch. He brought the last end of his cig back to his lips and smoked what was left before flicking it off into the grass.
"Luckily for you, i dont hit women."
He wasnt in the best of moods before she came up to him, otherwise he would have been far more friendly, and accomodating. She glared at his back as he walked away, then turned and walked into the building Damien had been leaning against.
As he walked, Damiens mood Changed as he saw the fountain off to the side. He didnt know why, but small pieces of art always put him in a good mood. He loved art, though he had never taken any classes for it. He was more of an admirerer of art than a creator, and preffered to view than to make. He sat down by the fountain, leaning against the bench as the day wore on.
OOC((Forgive any spelling or grammer issues. Ill fix it in the morning))
