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Sept 28, 2012 12:55:46 GMT -8
Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 28, 2012 12:55:46 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [style= width: 390px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB;margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; text-align:left; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"WHAT AN ATTITUDE..."[/style] [style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]Canis was laying down on the soft sand, with his right hand behind his head and his legs crossed. In his left hand he held his trusty purple iPod, a device that he made sure to always keep with him, to ward off boredom. His eyes were closed, but he could still feel the glare of the sun. Rather than making his sight black, when he closed his eyes, it was more bright red. "This is why I tend to stay indoors," he muttered quietly through gritted teeth. He didn't bother opening his eyes to check and see if anybody heard that; to hell with their opinions of him. But, if somebody had heard him, by now they might have been wondering why he was outside in the first place, if he loathed the great outdoors so much. Canis hated the heat. Canis also hated having to squint to see what was five meters in front of you, and he hated having to wave off pesky, nasty bugs the most. Insects. Ugh. He despised sweating too much, for that just made him uncomfortable, and when had anybody liked being uncomfortable? The youth didn't know how famous athletes got through a soccer game with their shirts either sticking to their back because of the immense amounts of sweat or when their shirts were practically sunburned into their back. Canis wouldn't have been able to stand it. Heat makes him sneeze. It makes his eyes itch. When it came to it, he much preferred the winter over the summer.
Yeah, he thought, answering the unknown people's thoughts. What am I doing outside, when I could be somewhere else, perhaps a place with air-conditioning. Of course, Canis knew the answer before he had even thought about it. He just didn't want to go home, to that filthy shack of a place that he was ashamed to call home. It wasn't filthy at all, actually; it was a very nice, clean house. The problem was the people living inside the house. Those stupid, selfish people. His family. No, Canis couldn't even call those beings family. His real family was taken away from him by fate a long time ago. Fate hates me, he thought bitterly. Fate graced my father with a special title: the extreme drunkard who didn't give a damn about his family. He sighed softly, and he opened his eyes. Bad move. He instinctively brought his free hand from under his head and shielded his eyes from the glare of the suns rays. The world above him was a bit murky at first, so he waited until his sight came back to him before he moved his hand away and sat up in the hot sand. Mom's going to have a fit when she sees my clothes, he thought with silent glee, eyeing his wrinkled clothes that was now coated in dirt and sand. He was wearing a dark green sweater with a white shirt under it. Why he was wearing a sweater is a question that he would never be able to answer, since it was quite warm today. His khakis were rolled up to his knees, and his green shows (that matched his sweater) were pretty much screwed up. His iPod was still playing, and he gingerly brought one of his legs to his chest and rested his chin on it.
"So, Mika called, and she, like, totally got together with-- whoa!" A young woman, probably about two years older than Canis, had been talking with her friend and hadn't bothered to take notice of the perfectly visible leg the was lying there, and had stupidly decided to trip over it. "Oh, jeez, sorry kid," she flashed her friend an embarrassed smile, while her friend just laughed at her. Before his good self could tell the girl it was okay, words were already rolling off his tongue: "Um, excuse me? Watch where you're going. Maybe you wouldn't have tripped if your brain worked properly." He paused, letting the astonishment on the girls' faces settle in. "What? Who do you--" the girl was starting to say, but Canis cut her off. "I'm not finished yet, lady. I'm going to say it clearly now: watch where you're going. You'll avoid future accidents and nobody will have to pity you like they are now." Oh, people were pitying the girl, all right. Not because she tripped, but because she was now getting an earful from a kid younger than her. The two girls couldn't say anything now; their mouths hung open. "Damn, if ignorance was bliss, you just might be the happiest person alive."
Canis gingerly got up, brushed off his pants, and began to walk away from the girls. The one who had tripped was not blushing furiously, and her friend was looking red too. Not from embarrassment, though. She was most likely furious with the kid in front of her who thought he could tell off his elders. "What the hell, kid? Why do you think so highly of yourself? God!" Canis stopped in his tracks, and looked back, a sly smirk on his face. "Yes, that's right, I do think highly of myself," he told her. Deep inside, though, he felt pathetic. "Sorry about that. I'm envious of selfless people like you," he added, with an obvious display of sarcasm. "I apologized. Are you satisfied?" With that, he stuck both of his hands in his pocket, turned up the music on his iPod, and began to walk away from the two girls. The stupid girl's friend, who he was now beginning to think was stupid too, couldn't think of anything good to say, so she gave him the stink eye instead. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. On the inside, though, he could feel his conscience shaking its head at him.
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TAGS OPEN COUNT - NOTES Somebody get over here and teach the kid some manners. He's going to need it if he wants to learn how to get around without getting slugged by a man he pissed off.
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Sept 28, 2012 19:06:12 GMT -8
Post by sasha on Sept 28, 2012 19:06:12 GMT -8
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It took a while, but a scene finally played out, Sasha turned her head to the uproar.
Sasha’s dark eyes looked between the young woman and the boy. The boy had a sharp tongue, she brought herself back up from the sand, knees up to her chest, resting her head on them, looking at the crowd whom seemed mostly shocked, but not as shocked as the girl with her friend, they were appalled. The more Sasha watched the more annoyed she became, yet comforted by the fact the boy was showing true face. Yet, watching someone her brothers’ age act this way was starting to tick her off.
Even though her relationship with her little bro was now rocky, somehow this seemed like a second chance somehow. The black haired girl stood up slowly, wiping whatever sand she could off of her, picking up her sandals, walking towards the boy. Just a few feet she heard the pounding of his music, her hands slowly made its way up to his shoulder.
She lightly tapped his shoulder, if she got his attention Sasha would point to her ears asking to take his ear buds out.
”You know that was pretty bratty of you.” Sasha flatly said, her face showed a deadpan scowl, many years of practice.
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Sept 29, 2012 5:56:41 GMT -8
Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 29, 2012 5:56:41 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [style= width: 390px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB;margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; text-align:left; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"WHAT AN ATTITUDE..."[/style] [style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]Canis walked along, ignoring the disapproving glares that were being directed towards him for the very childish episode that he had starred in. Canis' vexation grew steadily; it was the girl's fault for tripping over a perfectly obvious leg. What did he do, other than tell the girl to watch where she was going? Wouldn't other people had done the same if the girl happened to trip over them? Wasn't this normal? Canis' perplexed thoughts were interrupted by a slight tap on the shoulder. Oh no. Another one.
Canis turned to see another girl, not the two girls that he had encountered before. This one looked like she was in high school as well, with dark, messy hair in a bun and dark eyes to match. Judging from the vacant look on her face, he couldn't tell if the girl was going to congratulate the boy on his fine display of telling-somebody-off or she wanted to knee him in the face. Basing this being on a normal human's thinking, he guessed that it was probably the latter. Canis let out a huge sigh; he was going to be lectured again. Canis didn't want to put in too much effort in to running, after all, if was way to hot for that kind of activity. He merely took one of his ear buds out.
"You know, that was pretty bratty of you."
Canis narrowed his eyes, but he didn't exactly feel like exerting the effort of shooing this girl away. Maybe he should just be blunt with her. "So, what are you going to do about it?" Canis' apathetic expression drilled holes into the other girls face. He didn't have time for this; he was tired and pissed and wanted to get something to drink. The heat was really making him dizzy now. "Are you going to try to lecture me? Because if you are, I'm not going to take it. I'm tired, so leave me alone. Shoo." He waved his hand at the girl, and walked a few steps forward before collapsing onto the hot sand. Ugh. Today was definitely not his day. His sight was beginning to blur slightly, and he was really sweating. I should really take off my sweater. I'm dying, he thought, his face still blank, though he was breathing heavily. He proceeded to take of his sweater, and used its sleeve to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. This isn't good. I should probably get indoors, fast. I need a really cold drink right now. He looked to see if the girl was still there. He would still ignore her.
Canis stood up, slowly, so that he wouldn't lose his balance, and began to walk in the direction of the parking lot. He would go to one of those vending machines he saw and get himself a drink. He paused for a second, wondering what would happened if he asked the girl to help him out. Well, he probably wouldn't be getting himself a drink, because he was already sitting down again. He didn't know how.
"Hey, um, you there," he started, somewhat awkwardly. "Could you get me a drink? There are vending machines just over there," he nodded his head in the vending machines direction. He felt his pocket and fished for change, and then held it out to the girl. Ugh, he hated doing this. Asking somebody else for help. He was weak, and he very well knew that he didn't deserve it, because of what he did just a minute ago. The girl probably tapped him on the shoulder to chew him out. "I'll apologize to the girls, too, if you'd like," he muttered under his breath.
TAGS SASHA COUNT - NOTES Oh my, oh my, Canis Minor was brought to the ground and is asking for help? Even though he's my character, I'm feeling really satisfied right now. [/style][style=border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;margin-left:10px][/style] [style= margin-left:10px;border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;][/style] [style= margin-left:10px;border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;][/style] [style= width: 390px; height:50px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB; margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 50px;text-align:right; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"...SMART ALEC."[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style]
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Sept 29, 2012 7:43:11 GMT -8
Post by sasha on Sept 29, 2012 7:43:11 GMT -8
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When she popped out of her thoughts, the boy was starting to walk away but didn’t get too far before collapsing on the ground. Thinking about it, who wore a sweater to the freakin beach? Sasha gave a heavy sigh; she was seeing her brother in this boy a little too much, seeing how he would make the same mistake as him. She slowly walked up to him, watching him take off his sweater, Sasha didn’t know if he acknowledge her or not but he was slowly getting up.
She followed closely, she would hate to know that she left behind someone who was slowly getting heat stroke and she didn’t help. Thinking about it, what was up with her? This boy deserved more than a slap on the wrist and a lecture, she was feeling sympathy that he didn’t deserve, and Sasha gave no sympathy to those who thought they deserved it. But here she was looking at the money in his hand as he asked her to get him a drink that wasn’t too far from where he sat down.
Sasha snatched the change from his hands, but then bent over so they were face to face, hers getting close to his, her narrowed eyes narrowed even more. ”I can take this money, you’ve just made me a few cents richer brat.” Sasha straightened out and started to walk away, away from the vending machine.
Of course after a few minutes she came back with some wet paper towels and a PowerAde in hand. She slapped the cold towel onto his neck and then sat next to him, her jaw fixed as she stared at the boy holding the drink tightly in her hand.
”Because I’m in a good mood.” She scowled at the ground, even if it was a long day, at least she wasn’t with her naïve family. Sasha opened up the sports drink and handed it to the boy.
”Why did you act like that?” Sasha looked up from the ground the boy, her face had straightened out. Looking at the blond, she could see her little brother who would have a look of shame for getting mad at someone who accidently tripped over his leg, he would think of something but in the end would mumble an apology. ”An apology would be a good start, but I think they’re still in shock.” Her dark eyes looked over the beach; people had gone back to their routine, whatever that would be. People would need a cool down after getting lectured by someone under aged. ”Drink that and when you’re done we’ll find those girls.”
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Sept 29, 2012 10:05:32 GMT -8
Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 29, 2012 10:05:32 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [style= width: 390px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB;margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; text-align:left; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"WHAT AN ATTITUDE..."[/style] [style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]The girl took the change from his hand, and then moved in closer until her face was a few inches away from his face. Her eyes narrowed, and she was looking riled. "I can take this money, you've just made me a few cents richer, brat," she hissed before walking away. Canis didn't say anything, not even when he saw she was moving away from the vending machines. He was too tired to care. He was sweating, and the back of his shirt stuck to his back. Well, he thought bitterly. That was stupid. I just gave money to a stranger. He hadn't thought that she would actually buy him a drink, since she looked like she wanted to slap him across the face. Imagine his initial surprise when a cold towel slapped the back of his neck. Startled, he turned to his right. The girl who he had given the money was proceeding to sit next to him, with a bottle of PowerAde in her hand.
"You came back," he mused, dumbfounded. Wouldn't any normal person leave him alone? Especially if they had seen what he had said to the two girls. "You're nicer than I thought you initially were." He wondered why she was being kind to him. That was something Canis didn't experience every day. It was new to him. How many people, excluding his deceased sister, had been kind to him? Too few, he decided in his head. Who did this girl think she was, a saint?
"Because I'm in a good mood." Oh. Well, that answered that question quite nicely. Canis accepted the sports drink, immediately taking a good swig. Hmm. Orange flavoured. He liked that. As he swallowed, he felt a flood a relief throughout his body. It was much cooler, and the wet towel was helping nicely. He was beginning to feel better already. Canis didn't want to admit it, but he was grateful for the stranger's help. He didn't say it, and didn't show it on his face, either. One of his many faults is not knowing when to say thank you. However, she did save him from heatstroke. "Thank you," he grumbled. He didn't say more, because he didn't feel like showering this girl with praise.
"Why did you act like that?" she pressed. Canis could feel the girl looking at him. He didn't look at her; he kept his gaze focused on the water. "Well, obviously because they were stupid enough to trip over my leg like that," he answered honestly. That was what he thought. However, he tried to avoid the girl's gaze, imagining the furious look she would have on her face. "But, well," he started, not sure if he wanted to talk about it with the stranger. "Everything I think," he pointed to his head as he said this, "I say. I don't like beating around the bush, and I definitely don't like sugar-coating my words." He shrugged, and looked up towards the sky. "It's like my brain has no filters." He refused to talk further. No way was he going to pour out his heart and soul to some stranger he had just met. He took another drink, and completely drained the bottle of juice. He let out a satisfied sigh. He was feeling rejuvenated.
"Fine," he snapped. "I'll apologize. For the drink." He looked at the girl expectantly. "You can lead the way, though."
TAGS SASHA COUNT - NOTES The thought of Canis apologizing to somebody makes my giggle. [/style][style=border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;margin-left:10px][/style] [style= margin-left:10px;border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;][/style] [style= margin-left:10px;border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;][/style] [style= width: 390px; height:50px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB; margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 50px;text-align:right; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"...SMART ALEC."[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style]
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Sept 29, 2012 11:17:56 GMT -8
Post by sasha on Sept 29, 2012 11:17:56 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid;] [style=border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; width: 245px; float: right;]artranturium She rolled her eyes at his statements of her coming back and being nicer than what he first thought of her. She had her moments of kindness but they were few and far apart, he should just be thankful she was having one today. She crossed her legs, resting an elbow on top of her knee and her head into the palm of her hand. Sasha knew she was no saint but seeing an idiot were a sweater on a nice hot day in the middle of a beach, she had to help.
He seemed please that he had her help; it was noticeable from his stance in taking the drink. Sasha heard him mumble out a thanks, she only clicked her tongue. ”I can’t leave an idiot who wears something warm on a hot day. Plus I would be looked down for leaving someone about to pass out.” She then released her head and leaned back, looking up to the bright blue sky. The giggled of people passing by enjoying this time together, only that’ll be broken when one falls.
Wow, so the boy had a word puke problem, once he stopped she looked away and sighed. ”Sometimes it’s good to coat your words.” Her jaw clenched. ”Just depending on the situation; that situation could’ve gone more smoothly.” Sasha once more looked at the boy and rose an eyebrow, he chugged that drink down, well that’s good.
When it almost seemed like her job was done the finish line was out of sight. Sasha pinched the bridge of her nose, she disliked babysitting, but if it got him to do the job then she might as well go. ”Fine I’ll go along with you.” She stood up and scanned the beach for any sign of those two.
Once she caught sight of them she slowly started treading for them. Thinking about it, she went to school with those two girls, well this was going to be interesting. Sasha looked down at the sand, her sandals being held lazily in her hands. Slowly making her way up to the girls, the more her stomach clenched up, she didn’t want to talk to them, Sasha wanted to slap them with her shoes and run for the hills or wherever protection might be located at.
She tapped the shoulder of the girl who accidentally tripped over the young boy’s leg. She looked at Sasha but her eyes narrowed. Sasha only looked up to her with cool eyes pointing to Canis.
”He wants to apologize for what happened.” She said in a steady voice, taking a step away, keeping her back from the group. The girl sharply clicked her tongue, looking at the boy her arms crossed.
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Sept 29, 2012 12:09:25 GMT -8
Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 29, 2012 12:09:25 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [style= width: 390px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB;margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; text-align:left; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"WHAT AN ATTITUDE..."[/style] [style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]When it looked like the girl had caught sight of them, she slowly began to walk in their direction. Canis obediently followed, trying to think of what to say. Hey. You. Yes, you, the stupid one who tripped over my leg, he thought. No, that wouldn't work. More than likely, he would earn himself a slap the moment the hateful words spilled out of his mouth. From both of them actually, the girl who tripped and the girl who bought her the drink. He sighed. This was way to troublesome. It was too late to back out now, though, because they were edging closer and closer to the girls, who obviously still seemed indignant. The girl's friend seemed like she was complaining out loud. Probably about me, he thought with a sneer. What an idiot.
The PowerAde girl closed the distance between the girl who tripped and Canis, and tapped her on the shoulder. The girl turned around, and narrowed her eyes; she was still cross. Well, anyone would be if they were chewed out by a boy younger than them. "He wants to apologize for what happened," she told them gingerly, and then she took a step back. The girl who tripped turned to Canis, and crossed her arms, shifting her weight from one leg to another. Canis didn't like that, not one bit. Then she clicked her tongue. Now he was definitely having descond thoughts about the apology. It would probably be better to throw sand in her sorry face and run away. But then he'd have to suffer from the wrath of the girl who forced him to apologize anyway.
"Sorry," he lied. After that, he stayed silent, and watched as the girl continued to stand there, arms still crossed. I said sorry, woman, he thought, irritated. Go away already. But she didn't go away. Her friend appeared from behind her and and looked at him disapprovingly. "Is that all, kid?" she asked. "I don't think that's enough. You should have more to that then just sorry, right? Don't you think she deserves a bit more than sorry?" she sneered at him. Screw the apology.
"What? I said sorry didn't I? Would rather I kicked sand in your face? Because I'm seriously thinking about it," he crossed his arms, imitating the girl who tripped, whose face was beginning to go red with fury. The girl's friend practically had steam pouring out of her ears. "You're the one who kept ridiculing her in front of everybody after she tripped! I'm just saying she deserves more than one word!" she argued, her hands now on her hips. "What else did you want me to say, exactly? I'm sorry, princess. I absolutely didn't mean to make a fool out of you," his tone sarcastic. He rolled his eyes. "After all, you were the one who made a fool out of yourself. Are you actually pushing all the blame on a child? How immature." He shook his head disapprovingly, a sly smile on his face now. He would rather face the PowerAde girl's anger than let these two belittle his apology.
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Sept 29, 2012 16:12:20 GMT -8
Post by sasha on Sept 29, 2012 16:12:20 GMT -8
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Ok, Sasha was having enough of this little play. She stood next to Canis, rested her hand around his upper arm and eyes narrowed.
”Seems like you can’t fight your own battles.” She looked from the tripped girl to the one defending. ”Quit being a white knight.” Sasha spat out. ”We all know you guys act like spoiled princess in school.” Both looked at her, their brows shot up, the ice princess was finally talking. ”Don’t act so shocked, I know, I watch.” Sasha started to drag Canis away her jaw once more sat.
”And you! Is it really that hard to give a damn apology, an apology is more than just sorry.” Sasha hissed, her eyes narrowed lowly at the boy. ”Jesus, I didn’t even want to talk to them. I avoided them for so long.” She huffed out in anger as she stomped on the sand, getting through the crowds. ”My brother would never do this.” Sasha looked down at the sand.
”You must be pretty damn proud of yourself. You need to learn some self-control.” She looked back at the boy.
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Sept 30, 2012 12:24:06 GMT -8
Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 30, 2012 12:24:06 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [style= width: 390px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB;margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; text-align:left; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"WHAT AN ATTITUDE..."[/style] [style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]“Seems like you can’t fight your own battles,” she said, resting her hand on his upper arm. I’m doing fine, he thought darkly. He didn’t say anything, though. He was curious to see what she had in mind. He looked up at her, waiting.
“We all know you guys act like spoiled princesses at school.” Really? He turned to the two girls, who were now looking quite flushed, and raised an eyebrow. He was feeling really bratty now. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and clicked his tongue, shaking his head. The girl who tripped was looking like a ripe tomato. Her friend looked appalled. He chuckled at the sight of both of them; he was enjoying this way too much. He would have to thank the PowerAde girl later for this. “Don’t act so shocked, I know, I watch.” She began to walk away. Canis followed, but not before turning around one last time and sneering at them. His revenge was complete. Both of the girls were obviously rattled. The girl’s friend walked away in a flash, and the girl who tripped ran after her. That was awesome.
“Apologizing just isn’t me,” he explained, shaking his head at the thought. “Especially if the one I’m apologizing to don’t deserve it. Am I correct?” He didn’t really need confirmation though; if she really thought differently she wouldn’t have stood up for him like that. Even though he didn’t need her help. He followed the girl through the crowd; they really knew how to heat it up. Literally. Canis felt himself sweating again. PowerAde girl mentioned something about her brother, and he looked at her curiously. Brother, huh? He looked down at the sand. He used to be a brother. Not anymore, though. He began to remember his sister; all the fun times they enjoyed, all the torturous moments they suffered together after their mom died. That horrible moment when Canis saw the truck coming, and instantly after his whole world became red... “Ugh,” he groaned aloud. His eyes widened, and he quickly closed his mouth. Please don’t catch that, please don’t catch that, please don’t catch that.
“You must be pretty damn proud of yourself,” she told him, looking at him now. Canis immediately regained all of his composure, and smirked. “Yeah, I am,” he said honestly. He was feeling pretty good. Part of that was because of her. “Thanks for the wonderful experience.” He didn’t look at her when he said that. “The looks on their faces were very satisfying,” he added with glee. He took the time to remember every feature of their expression after being beaten down by the duo. He smiled to himself, and it would be obvious to anyone that he was very pleased with himself.
They were still walking, and Canis was getting tired of walking on the hot sand. He spotted his sweater and quickly ran to it, plopping himself on the fabric that was now warm. How annoying, he thought, feeling the sand-coated piece of clothing. He stood back up, carrying the sweater, and began to whip it around in an attempt to get the sand off. He wasn’t paying attention, and very soon, there was sand all over his hair and the clothes everywhere. He groaned. Now he had sand on him. He would have rather had the sand on the sweater.
“So,” he turned to PowerAde girl. “You don’t seem like the social butterfly, huh?” He noticed her saying she was avoiding them for so long. He wasn’t exactly social himself.
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Oct 1, 2012 12:42:27 GMT -8
Post by sasha on Oct 1, 2012 12:42:27 GMT -8
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Her eyes narrowed at his thanks. ”Yeah, whatever.” She mumbled before placing her hands into the pockets of her shorts, sensing his happiness over what had happened, Sasha would’ve loved for that to go a different way, but fate was funny in ways like that. Well, to Sasha it wasn’t funny, she thought it could go fuck off somewhere else and leave her alone.
She stopped when she noticed he was going a different path. He went to pick up his sweater, might as well have left that behind, Sasha still didn’t get it that any person in their right mind would wear something like that out here. Sasha stood there and watched him mule over his sand covered sweater before finally shaking it out. That was smart, she pinched the bridge of her nose before looking up at him once more.
Sasha light sighed and shrugged. ”We all change when we age.” She looked up at the sky before narrowing her eyes and placing a hand above her head to block the light from entering her eyes. ”But you are right, I’m not social. It makes me cringe when I have to talk to people.” She stopped for a moment. ”It might be a little too complicated for your thoughts.”
Thinking about it, trying to explain things to her brother made it hard as well. He was always off in his own land, but maybe it’s better for him maybe she’ll hand out with him tonight apologize for acting this way. But one thing she’ll never try to explain again would be the affair that was going on behind shut doors in their own home.
”Why do you act this way? It has to be more than a missing filter or two in your minds.” She looked at Canis.
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Oct 1, 2012 13:47:31 GMT -8
Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 1, 2012 13:47:31 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [style= width: 390px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB;margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; text-align:left; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"WHAT AN ATTITUDE..."[/style] [style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]“It might be a little too complicated for your thoughts.”
Ha-ha. What was that? Something about being too complicated for him? Canis ignored the grainy sand that coated his hair (It was going to be a pain for him to wash out, now that he’s gotten it in his hair), and crossed his arms slowly, bringing out every movement. “Too complicated? Please,” he said hotly. “I know I’m not much of a social butterfly myself. Rather than saying it makes me cringe to talk to them, it’s more that I just refuse to speak to idiots. Noisy idiots.” Which goes without saying, since at his age, there were a lot of those kinds of children around. The immature types of kids. Canis hated those types of kids the most, even though he sort of knew that he wasn’t exactly the ‘mature’ type of person, either. “Not to mention, those stuck-up, preppy kids who think they’re smarter than you. I hate those kinds of children the most.” He didn’t need reminding that he perfectly fit the description of stuck-up. He didn’t think he was part of the ‘preppy’ category, though. He wasn’t a snob whose parents always got them what they wanted. His eyes narrowed. Those stupid, spoiled rich kids whose parents spoil and pamper them, making sure to give them everything they want. Taking for granted that their happy life might be snatched from under their noses in one, life-changing instant. He really hated those kinds of kids the most. It made him sick. “And don’t even get me started on adults. Older people and their stereotypes,” he muttered under his breath. It seemed Canis hated a lot of different types of people. Too bad that he encountered them on a daily basis. He didn't realize that he was straying off-topic. The thought of complications had left his mind and was replaced with rage and fury at the thought of spoiler children.
“Why do you act this way?” she asked. “It has to be more than a missing filter or two in your mind.” Hmm. This lady was sharp. Canis didn’t know how to answer that question, since he didn’t want to reveal too much information on himself to a stranger. He was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable now. He fidgeted, and played with his hair absent-mindedly, picking at every single grain in his hair. Wow, how awkward. There were no more snarky comments on the tip of his tongue, waiting to be released. He really was at a loss for words now. “Um,” he began, unsure of how to word it. Suddenly he didn’t feel like talking about it at all. Yeah, maybe he should just let the topic go. His dark brown eyes narrowed at the girl, his spunk coming back to him. “I don’t remember having any obligations to tell you. Maybe my mind is just missing a filter or two. Why do you have to question it so much? I say what I think; that’s all there is to it,” he retorted, cross. His brows furrowed, and creases appeared on his forehead. There. That should have done it. A few creases disappeared, and he was feeling pretty good about himself, having pushed the topic all the way back to the back of his head. No need to dig up anymore unnecessary memories.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted two boys relaxing on the sand, chatting to each other and occasionally pushing one another. They were kids from his school. Ugh, he thought. Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, please don’t—
Oh, look. They saw him. The boy who spotted him looked extremely curious as to why Canis, being well-known as anti-social, was hanging around an older girl. Idiot #1 looked over his shoulder and said something to Idiot #2, nudging him playfully and pointing an outstretched finger in Canis’ and PowerAde girl’s direction. Oh, good lord. Please no, he thought in dismay. Idiot #1 looked like he said something that caused Idiot #2 to look in the direction that he was pointing. His eyes and Canis’ met, and he grinned, even more curious than Idiot #1. Idiot #2 said something to Idiot #1, and then both of them briskly got up, dusted themselves off, and began to head in their direction. “Annoying little brats,” he cursed, hitting the sand with his hand, now clenched in a fist. Now he was going to have to deal with the two boys, and they were the loud-mouth type. They saw something, they processed it, and then came up with a stupid theory that they shared with everybody. First, it would just be them and their little circle of friends. The class would follow, and it wouldn’t be long before the whole school knew that Canis was hanging out with older women. He would face palm right about now, but his hand was coated with sand, and he would hate to have that on his face before he confronted the two fiends. “Okay,” he said quickly to PowerAde girl. “Whatever these two say are lies.”
“Hey, is that Canis? What’s up, man?” Idiot #1 called out, waving at him like a drunk man. “Who’s that?” He was pointing at PowerAde girl, who was conveniently now behind him. Canis had somehow stepped in front of her, as if he were going to shield her from some sort of nuclear blast. The nuclear blast analogy was used because it was futile. Instead of a nuclear explosion, it was public humiliation. Unknown to Canis, hanging out with older women was actually impressive, in an idiot’s eyes. And to him, his whole school was made up of idiots. Except for him, of course.
“Nobody special. Mind your own business,” he told them quickly. Jeez. He looked up at PowerAde girl, hoping she would take a hint and come up with something that didn’t humiliate him.
TAGS SASHA COUNT "WordPad does not support all of the features of this document's format. Some content might be missing or displayed improperly." Ugh. NOTES Feel free to god-mod the two boys for the sake of moving things forward. [/style][style=border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;margin-left:10px][/style] [style= margin-left:10px;border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;][/style] [style= margin-left:10px;border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;][/style] [style= width: 390px; height:50px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB; margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 50px;text-align:right; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"...SMART ALEC."[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE & OTE[/style]
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Post by sasha on Oct 2, 2012 7:07:18 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid;] [style=border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; width: 245px; float: right;]artranturium The boy was getting sassy with her, oh goody. Well, Sasha could tell that he wasn’t one to get very social either, as much as she would fight the fact that a thirteen year old should be, when she was at that age her socialness really started to drop with those that she thought were close. Yet she understood were he came from, there were too many of those kinds around that’s why she couldn’t wait to get away from all of this and her count down time was only two years, once eighteen would be hit she was leaving this place for good and finding a new life.
”You seem to understand the world around you a little bit more than what a thirteen year old should know.” Of course she was one to speak, but he seemed to be spouting stuff out now and she allowed him to do that. Sasha should’ve shushed him like a normal person but she was use to this underlining anger.
After her statement, it left him speechless. She looked at him who in return was engaged more with getting the sand out of his hair. She had hit a wall with him who is what she tended to do with most people she slowly rocked back and forth on her heels waiting for an answer; his snarkiness seemed to have gone away. But then there seemed to be a spark in his eyes which made her narrow her eyes raising a brow in curiosity, wondering what he’ll think of next.
He was right, he didn’t have to tell her jack squat about anything, heck he could’ve walked away right then and there and so could she and yet here they were still walking together. She should’ve walked away right after helping him but then that would require her to go back to them which she didn’t have the patients for at the moment. ”Ok, you got me there, kid.” She shrugged not paying attention the boys who were now fascinated with the fact that two people of different ages were hanging out, if one could call it that.
Her brows came together as she looked over, seeing what the boy was curing about and here came another problem. Two boys that looked like Canis’ age, she looked over at Canis who said that whatever they said was a lie, a curious brow rose.
Of course that went away quickly as one of the boys stood up to her and a little too close for her liking. ”I’m Sasha.” She simply said. ”As he said; no one special.”
Idiot #2 chuckled, ”Well, Sasha, our little Canis is a little sensitive.” He looked over at the boy, were his buddy put an arm around his shoulder to keep the young boy from moving. Idiot #2 came in closer, making her retract back. ”Family issues an all.” He whispered to her his eyes sparkled. ”He just tries to act all to…” Before he could finish his sentence Sasha raised her hand slapped the idiot.
He looked up at the girl in shock covering his cheek, the other idiot looked dumbfounded. ”You don’t talk about other people issues, it needs to come from them.” Her jaw clenched, as her eyes showed fury at the boy who stood in front of her. ”And my brother hangs out with people like you.” Rage showed in her voice.
”Man! You’re a crazy bitch.” Idiot #1 said, his eyes widened up as his arm dropped from Canis’ shoulder. He walked up to his friend, looking between him and her, unsure if she were going to do the same thing to him as well. ”You’re crazy!”
”Yeah! Well why don’t you walk away from the crazy person.” Sasha rolled her eyes and waved her hands around. People who were close enough looked over at the scene and others were ignoring what was happening. "And stay away from my brother!”
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 3, 2012 3:09:21 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [style= width: 390px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB;margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; text-align:left; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"WHAT AN ATTITUDE..."[/style] [style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]“I’m Sasha,” she said simply. “As he said; no one special.” Good. She could read the atmosphere well enough. Canis realized that he would be thanking this girl a lot in the future. Hmm. Wonder what would become of him if he chatted too many times with Sasha; he’d probably become softer. Conversations with somebody who kind of understood you tended to have that kind of effect on people. He also realized that throughout their whole encounter, Canis hadn’t learned Sasha’s name until now, and Sasha hadn’t learned his yet. Well, Canis wasn’t the type to bring that up; it made it seem like he wanted to see her again. He wasn’t planning on it, but with the way he tended to wander around every day until dark, there was a very good chance that they would bump into each other again. Better to learn her name now.
“Well, Sasha, our little Canis is a little sensitive.”
Well, now she knew his name.
He glared at Idiot #2, and then stared at him in horror as he put an arm around his shoulder. It was obviously to keep him from running anywhere, but still. He was making it seem like they were friends. Sasha probably knew they weren't though. The thought still was absolutely absurd; he hated his type the most (as he was saying to Sasha a few minutes ago). Idiot #1 & #2 knew they weren’t his friends; they were just trying to make fun of him. Canis clenched his fist tightly, ready to smack the stupid brat in the face. Ironically, it was fury that kept him still; shaking, but still nevertheless. Sasha moved back a few steps, and he quickly glanced in her direction. Oh no, don’t leave. Don’t leave me with these two idiots, he was screaming inside his head. His fury grew when he heard the next words to fall out of his mouth.
“Family issues and all.”
No. Freaking. Way.
Canis was just about ready to slug the insolent brat; his fury level was off at its peak.
“He just tries to act all to—“ Idiot #2 wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Canis went in for the hit, but it seems that Sasha was a bit faster than him in terms of reaction and reflexes. Before he knew it, Sasha was in front of the kid and had smacked him across the face. Canis relaxed a bit as the hand came off of his shoulder. He looked up at Sasha, grateful. Now he had to thank her twice. What was that, three times today? He was about to beat his personal record.
He nodded in agreement as Sasha taught the kid a lesson the arts of being a proper civilian, still quite annoyed. His fist was still clenched, and when he released his grip and took a quick look at his hand, he saw that it was white before the blood rushed in. If only he punched him; the satisfaction would have relaxed him a bit more. But seeing Sasha punch him like that was also rather satisfying. Canis noticed that Sasha had once again mentioned his brother. Was he the same age as him? Would he one day meet his brother at school? Would they even cross the line and become friends? Canis shuddered at the thought. Definitely no. But Canis had more pressing matters at hand. The sand shifted under him as he shifted his weight from one leg to the next. He chuckled when Idiot #1 cursed at Sasha. Maybe he was laughing at the idiot duo because they might’ve gotten slapped again, or maybe he was laughing at Sasha because she was insulted in public (not that he knew if it would actually bother her). He wasn’t sure of a lot of things at the moment.
“Yeah! Well, why don’t you walk away from the crazy person.” So true. He shook his head at the idiot duo. They glared at him, as if to say: Just you wait, Canis. We’ll get you at school. After that, they walked away, muttering and complaining to one another. Canis could hear Idiot #1 attempting to console #2 about being slapped. If they tried anything at school, he would mention that to everybody. How amusing. Soon, a faint smile was tugging at the corners of his lips. Once again, Canis noticed that Sasha had mentioned her brother for a third time. His interest was piqued. He made sure that the idiot duo was well away before he asked the question that had been on his tongue for quite a while now.
“Why do you keep mentioning your brother?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. “Does he go to my school? Perhaps I’ve seen him.” Of course, she had no obligation to answer his question; just like he had no obligation to answer hers. But Canis still felt the need to ask the question anyway. He had a strong urge to learn more about somebody who was a bit like him, but he would die before he accepted the fact that he wanted to actually know about somebody.
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Oct 17, 2012 12:16:10 GMT -8
Post by sasha on Oct 17, 2012 12:16:10 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid;] [style=border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; width: 245px; float: right;]artranturium Sasha sighed watching the boys walk away; her attention slowly went back to Canis, a cute name for a young boy. Seesh, young and stupid, he was right, how can kids act like that. It was rude and disrespectful; she rested her hands on her hips. She blinked slowly and tilted her head. Urk, was she really talking about him that much, Sasha never noticed. ”Uh.” She was stumped herself. ”Yeah, I guess he would go to your school.” She lightly scratched the side of her face in thought. ”And you might possibly, he’s more outgoing.” Sasha mumbled, her brows furrowed together. ”He’s a little taller than me, has shaggy hair that’s a light brown and hazel eyes. You might have seen him around.” Sasha rubbed the back of her dark hair. ”I really don’t know how else to describe him.” she shrugged. A silence hung over for a moment. ”I’m sorry those boys said something you didn’t want me to hear. You can talk about it if you want to.” She swooped over and picked up her sandals that she must’ve dropped when she pimped slap the idiot, he deserved it for all she knew. ------------------------------ OOC: Sorry it’s not long =/ [/style] | |
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Oct 18, 2012 12:26:00 GMT -8
Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 18, 2012 12:26:00 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [style= width: 390px; margin-left:10px; padding: 5px; background-color: BBBBBB;margin-right: 10px; color: #000000; font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; text-align:left; line-height: 0%; text-shadow:#000000 -1px -1px 2px;]"WHAT AN ATTITUDE..."[/style] [style=float:right;border-left: 5px solid #BBBBBB;width: 265px; height:340px; padding: 10px; margin-right: 5px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/xr3Eu.png); opacity:0.8; color: #000000; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px]Canis nodded silently, quietly listening to her description of her brother. He was apparently outgoing, a bit taller than Sasha, with light brown shaggy hair and hazel eyes. He surfed through his inner archives, looking for her brother’s profile in the list of people he’d met. He was coming up blank. Well, he was supposed to be outgoing, according to Sasha, which was the type he wasn’t particularly fond of. Shrugging, he said, “He sounds like the exact opposite of you.” He meant no offense, but if she took his flippant remark as an insult, there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes followed his feet’s path, staring at the ground with unusually emotional eyes. The rest of his facial features showed no expression, but if his sister were still alive, she’d know that he was extremely upset. The way he was blatantly reminded of his past stung him over and over like a hornet. He didn’t want to remember it; it was already over, and he didn’t want to have to dig it up again. It was too late for that, some idiot who couldn’t shut his mouth (much like Canis when he has an opinion) had to spill the beans in front of a complete stranger. He reached for his iPod, plugging one ear bud into his ear and leaving the other out so that he could still have a conversation with Sasha.
When Sasha offered her ears, he was just about to begin a somber tale that was his life’s story. Something about Sasha made him want to talk to her. It was weird; he had never talked so much at once. Well, the circumstances were a bit unusual, seeing as he was in the middle of passing out from heat stroke when they met, but there was something about Sasha’s personality that he could relate to. He decided to start from the beginning. Where it was all happy and life was pink, and then the story started to roll downhill until it became all sour and black. It was like his life had no colour anymore. However, after meeting Sasha, a hint of colour flickered for a moment before disappearing again. It showed him that not everybody were annoying, loud, nosy, or all of the above. He sighed, shaking his head as he recalled those last moments of his sister’s life.
“Well, I lived in a family of four,” he began awkwardly. He wasn’t a storytelling, so he wasn’t able to properly articulate his thoughts. It would’ve been much better if he could write his history on a piece of paper, but he didn’t have the materials or the time for that. His account would have to be told verbally. “It was nice and all. Back then my dad wasn’t a complete jerk.” Yes, back then his dad was the epitome of a father. It was too bad he was so drunk lately. He paused his music, out of courtesy, and with a wave of his hand, continued. “My… I really like my sister. She was nice, I guess,” he shrugged, not knowing how to describe her sister. She was a walking moe machine, was he allowed saying that? Probably not. “After she was born, my mother… she was caught up in a bank robbery. She was shot by the robbers. Bam,” he gestured, forming his hands into the shape of a gun and imitating a gunshot. His mother was a woman of justice. She hadn’t deserved to die like that. Somebody who stood up for good never deserved to die a death like that. Better yet, a good person really didn’t deserve to die. He remembered being mad at fate for letting her mother die. Well, it was an honourable death, dying standing up for something good. But, then again, all those “good” people in the bank with her didn’t bother doing anything. They just watched her get shot. It was horrible.
“It was then when my dad became… well, became the thing that he is now. I can’t even consider him human anymore.” He remembered his father in grief, for about one week. After that, he started drinking, and he brought home different women every night. Better yet, before their mother was even cold in her grave, he remarried. She was a witch, Canis’ step-mother. Her son was nicer than her, maybe even on the same level as his sister, but he disregarded this. His sister…
“Well, even if he being an irresponsible parent, we still held on. I held on to my sanity because I had my sister.” He let out a dark laugh. “Not even that lasted long. She’s gone, too.” He refused to give any more details on how his sister died. How he was there when she died, how he wasn’t able to do anything. If he could go back in time, he would’ve switched places with her in a heartbeat. Suddenly, without warning and against Canis’ wishes, he felt a small tear rolling down his cheek. He stopped saying anything right there, because if he continued to talk, he was sure that she would detect that he was crying. Canis turned away from her, and quickly wiped away the water. His eyes were probably looking pretty horrendous, so he stared at the sand, his fists clenched. In retrospect, he shouldn’t have said anything about himself.
“… That’s it…”
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Nov 16, 2012 19:08:01 GMT -8
Post by sasha on Nov 16, 2012 19:08:01 GMT -8
Sasha chuckled, Canis was right, Taylor was her opposite. She sighed to herself and followed his eyes he seemed to be thinking of what to say but he seemed pretty emotional about it; what could it have been? He then reached into his pocket pulling out an ipod, her brows came together in confusion until he put one bud into his ear, was he now ignoring her? No he wasn’t, just putting one in, he still wanted to talk to her, after everything that had happened? She tilted her head to the side, twisting her arms behind her back, waiting for something to happen, nothing big but some response, be it for her to go away or at least something. Canis then sighed and shook his head, what was that supposed to be? She wasn’t offended just curious, she was warming up to the kid which was better than nothing but Sasha wasn’t going to tell him. Well that was big, well to Sasha it was anyways. Canis was pulling his thoughts together and she only raised a brow, ready for anything he was about to say. Sasha’s face held neutrality; it wasn’t her place to judge his father, never met the man and probably never will. She untwisted her arms and crossed them in front of her. So, the boy was now in a dysfunctional family thanks to a sudden death in the family almost like her having an affair over the roof of the Wallace family. Canis and her brother really should meet, they could possibly relate well together. But challenges was all life is about, it changes and shapes a person, life was about survival, either you know how to play the game or you don’t. Sasha intended to survive with whatever sanity she can get from staying away from home and it seemed like Canis was the same way. Sasha didn’t realize her vision went down on the hot sand; the boys dark laugh brought her back. Sasha’s brows came together thinking she saw something, but Canis turned around too quickly for her to make out any facial features. She sighed hard and unintentionally, feeling bad for the boy. She quickly rolled her dark eyes and walked up to him she placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them. ”Yeah, if you don’t want to say anymore, it’s ok.” Realizing how awkward it was rubbing his shoulders she patted his back lightly and stepped back. ”Something good has to come out of all of this.” Sasha crossed her arms, if only she could believe that statement.
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Nov 23, 2012 17:40:56 GMT -8
Post by CANIS MINOR on Nov 23, 2012 17:40:56 GMT -8
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“Yeah… sure.” That was all Canis was able to come up with in response to Sasha’s good intentions – he wasn’t much of a happy-go-lucky person, although Sasha could’ve already guessed that by the way he acted around her. Well, at least she wasn’t one of those extreme nags that lecture you on morale and kindness. Those were the types of people that Canis didn’t need.
An unhealthy silence filled the beach air, and Canis found himself pondering on his next set of oral flamboyancy – conventionally pessimistic – which usually came naturally to a sardonic tyke such as Canis. Apparently being with someone of a similar demeanor did have its downfalls. So, rather than speaking, he continued to walk, not at all fazed by the uncomfortable silence. It was serene, tranquil. The sound of seagulls echoed throughout, making their selves heard over the hustle and bustle of busy people having fun under the sun.
He decided that it was high time to go hang out somewhere else; obviously the beach wasn’t being very nice to his complexion, and he was saved by some stranger because of stupid heat stroke. So now he knew that his favourite place was not the beach. He’d remember to never come when the sun was shining so brightly. Perhaps it would’ve been better if he swung by while the clouds were up. Too late for that.
“Well… see you,” he muttered, turning to Sasha and looking at her. He nervously glanced to the left, and then to his right. He had his hands laced behind his back, and was fidgeting anxiously. “Uh, you know… I sometimes come here when the weather’s… um, blue? Like, when clouds are out and stuff.” His tone of voice rose at the uncertainty of when he liked to arrive at the beach, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was actually attempting to discreetly let Sasha know that he’d be here… in case she decided to swing bye. Ugh.
With that, Canis whirled around and began to walk away. He didn’t stop to look back, although he had a strange sensation boiling in the pit of his stomach that told him that they’d meet again. Whether that was good or bad, Canis wasn’t sure.
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Nov 25, 2012 17:16:41 GMT -8
Post by F A T E on Nov 25, 2012 17:16:41 GMT -8
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