Post by Brad Kavanagh on Dec 24, 2007 22:48:02 GMT 1
"Don't get so goddamned cocky, Brady. You think that Jail's a more horrible experience than the outside world, then you've got another thing coming to you. Especially San Fran. Boy, you can get the shit pummelled out of you on those streets. You should be lucky you're in here, Brady, cuz' the fighters out there ain't so peaceful."
Now that I take those words into consideration... hell. Maybe Johnny was right. San Fran is a hell of a place to live. Emphasis on 'hell', but... I've never really took the time to wander into the actual streets itself. Heh... Now I understand what he meant.
The boy adjusted the crooked frame of his glasses, bending them back so they could fit perfectly on his face. How in the hell they got crooked in the first place was beyond him. He had just fixed them as he was taking a long walk around Hircine High for the first time in a very long time. To his memory, there were no drunken hobos looking for a fight that would have broken his glasses, although there were plenty of those around the streets of San Fransisco. Then again he never really wandered the streets even before his long departure, so he wouldn't have known that. He knew the streets were bad news, which is why he didn't walk around there until now
Brad Kavanagh was not who you could consider as a prep by any means of the word. Sure, he lived in the suburbs where many preps called home, and his parents were rather wealthy in his own eyes. It's hard now to imagine how someone like Brad being a geek, since his body was built like a lightweight boxers. A while back, however, Brad was the nerd of nerds. His glasses were thick, and his shirts always had a pocket protector somewhere on them. The only thing he needed was the large bucktooth, and he'd be set.
From video games and manga to the Chess and Newspaper clubs, Brad was like a carbon-copy of all the stereotypes surrounding nerds. It didn't help matters when you're a nerd AND a honor student. With that type of reputation, bad karma from other students usually follows. Brad has gotten so used to all the hate, name calling and harassment that it he just became used to it. He wouldn't flinch, cower in fear or any of that, but instead he acted as if nothing even happened. Whatever insult This pissed off most of the bullies who were making Brad the blunt of their jokes, and would just storm off. This technique almost always worked, and rarely ever led to actual violence.
Brad stared down at a homeless man sleeping in a pool of what appeared to be alcohol, although he wasn't going to kneel down and slurp it up to make sure. Deciding it best that wandering around the streets for no reason whatsoever would be an incredibly BAD idea, Brad went to the nearest park(the name of which he couldn't recall at the moment). After all, maybe his thought of drunken hobos might actually had come true if he stayed there any longer.
The park itself was very tidy, unlike the street he had just exited. Brad found the closest bench he could find, and took a seat. He caught his breath from god knows what, scanning the park back and forth for a minute or so. Wow... no one in sight. That's a huge surprise, even for me.
Brad sighed softly, laying his head back slowly. He closed his eyes, his left eye wincing just a bit. Jesus... stop getting so worked up... you're still just a normal Chess club nerd from California. You're the same Brad Kavanagh that you've always been, completely unchanged. Well, maybe I've changed a little, but just.... tougher.... After a minute in denial, Brad just looked down and growled. Not only did he have a black left eye, but a rather small but noticable scar was scratched across the other(a reminder to him that he shouldn't piss off the guy with a shard of glass). Aww, screw it... I have changed. It's all thanks to that shit I had to go through. Then again, who could blame me for changing? I mean, prison isn't the place for the smartass nerd I used to be. I just... had to change...
Now that he thought more about how much he's changed. Everyone remebers Brad Kavanagh for being a hopeless nerd, but now he's almost as built up as a football player. How will the other kids react? The worst thing that could happen is that everyone avoids him. He's too tough to relate to his fellow nerds, yet all the other kids wouldn't want to get close to THE Brad Kavanagh, who was as big of nerd as one could become. Brad just shrugged, assuming he's making too much of a big thing of this.
Hmm... I wonder how everyone's going to react now that I've changed. Hell, I wonder if the kids themselves have changed as well...
(*Wow... longer post than I expected. Great first post. Not perfect, but good*)
Now that I take those words into consideration... hell. Maybe Johnny was right. San Fran is a hell of a place to live. Emphasis on 'hell', but... I've never really took the time to wander into the actual streets itself. Heh... Now I understand what he meant.
The boy adjusted the crooked frame of his glasses, bending them back so they could fit perfectly on his face. How in the hell they got crooked in the first place was beyond him. He had just fixed them as he was taking a long walk around Hircine High for the first time in a very long time. To his memory, there were no drunken hobos looking for a fight that would have broken his glasses, although there were plenty of those around the streets of San Fransisco. Then again he never really wandered the streets even before his long departure, so he wouldn't have known that. He knew the streets were bad news, which is why he didn't walk around there until now
Brad Kavanagh was not who you could consider as a prep by any means of the word. Sure, he lived in the suburbs where many preps called home, and his parents were rather wealthy in his own eyes. It's hard now to imagine how someone like Brad being a geek, since his body was built like a lightweight boxers. A while back, however, Brad was the nerd of nerds. His glasses were thick, and his shirts always had a pocket protector somewhere on them. The only thing he needed was the large bucktooth, and he'd be set.
From video games and manga to the Chess and Newspaper clubs, Brad was like a carbon-copy of all the stereotypes surrounding nerds. It didn't help matters when you're a nerd AND a honor student. With that type of reputation, bad karma from other students usually follows. Brad has gotten so used to all the hate, name calling and harassment that it he just became used to it. He wouldn't flinch, cower in fear or any of that, but instead he acted as if nothing even happened. Whatever insult This pissed off most of the bullies who were making Brad the blunt of their jokes, and would just storm off. This technique almost always worked, and rarely ever led to actual violence.
Brad stared down at a homeless man sleeping in a pool of what appeared to be alcohol, although he wasn't going to kneel down and slurp it up to make sure. Deciding it best that wandering around the streets for no reason whatsoever would be an incredibly BAD idea, Brad went to the nearest park(the name of which he couldn't recall at the moment). After all, maybe his thought of drunken hobos might actually had come true if he stayed there any longer.
The park itself was very tidy, unlike the street he had just exited. Brad found the closest bench he could find, and took a seat. He caught his breath from god knows what, scanning the park back and forth for a minute or so. Wow... no one in sight. That's a huge surprise, even for me.
Brad sighed softly, laying his head back slowly. He closed his eyes, his left eye wincing just a bit. Jesus... stop getting so worked up... you're still just a normal Chess club nerd from California. You're the same Brad Kavanagh that you've always been, completely unchanged. Well, maybe I've changed a little, but just.... tougher.... After a minute in denial, Brad just looked down and growled. Not only did he have a black left eye, but a rather small but noticable scar was scratched across the other(a reminder to him that he shouldn't piss off the guy with a shard of glass). Aww, screw it... I have changed. It's all thanks to that shit I had to go through. Then again, who could blame me for changing? I mean, prison isn't the place for the smartass nerd I used to be. I just... had to change...
Now that he thought more about how much he's changed. Everyone remebers Brad Kavanagh for being a hopeless nerd, but now he's almost as built up as a football player. How will the other kids react? The worst thing that could happen is that everyone avoids him. He's too tough to relate to his fellow nerds, yet all the other kids wouldn't want to get close to THE Brad Kavanagh, who was as big of nerd as one could become. Brad just shrugged, assuming he's making too much of a big thing of this.
Hmm... I wonder how everyone's going to react now that I've changed. Hell, I wonder if the kids themselves have changed as well...
(*Wow... longer post than I expected. Great first post. Not perfect, but good*)