Post by Fangor Redtail | D9M [Kaplan] on Sept 16, 2017 14:06:33 GMT -5
I've always been the type to irritate people, whether it's intentional or not. Although most of the time I am indeed doing it on purpose, that's not always the case. It was a gloomy morning; just the way I like things. I'd always loved walking out into the foggy streets when the sun hadn't quite risen all the way yet. It's much better than when the golden rays are pounding heat onto my back. That's not the kind of displeasure I'm okay with.
Having put on a rather attractive outfit that morning wasn't done on purpose. It's just always the way I dressed, but in all honesty, I have no interest in anyone romantically or sexually. Unfortunately that's not what other people seem to think of me in return. There are quite often people who flirt with me, even though it's a major annoyance. I walked down the street that morning in my black combat boots, humming to myself as I walked. I didn't do that often, but I was actually in a decent mood for once.
As someone who was no longer of reaping age, I lived a rather carefree life. Unfortunately, some people found themselves to be annoyed by that. I saw very few people walking about that morning, but decided I'd test those I saw and see how easily annoyed they got. I first started walking next to a boy at an identical pace to him, humming as I went and not making eye contact. It was difficult to prevent a smirk from appearing on my face.
Post by maggie mae d10f . mattio on Sept 16, 2017 14:48:59 GMT -5
Tino’s daily antivenom for poison was conditioning his body. Monday, Thursday, Saturday were running around Two and Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday were working out. It was Monday this time. It kept his head held high, the pride of running shirtless down the parks to brag about his body. Muscle was how he was constructed, and he loved to make sure that everyone knew it. From wiping his shining sweat onto his chest to make his body more prominent, to taking periodic breaks where he seemed almost out of breath (in reality he just stopped for eyes to be on him.)
The serpent inside of him was eager to bring out the seven deadly sins from the others. Jealous, envy, greed. Tino didn’t work out to set a good example, he did it to make people angry at him- make people feel smaller and weaker than they really are.
After an hour or two of running or stopping to gather eyes, he finally slowed down. Exercise was good, but it was also important to calm the heart down. Tino didn’t want to have a heart attack due to overworking his body. That would make people glad that they weren’t him, going in a one-eighty from his actual goal.
He walked now, feeling the power in his arms and legs from a good workout.
He walked until a rather attractive girl walked his pace. He walked faster and she followed suit, humming a tune. This continued for a while. At first it was flattering, it showed that his actions were rubbing off on her, but then it got rather annoying.
”Hey,” he said, his voice angry and stern. ”Either stop following me or shut the fuck up.”
Post by Fangor Redtail | D9M [Kaplan] on Sept 16, 2017 19:05:46 GMT -5
When I'd made the decision to keep an even pace with the stranger of a boy, I knew I'd likely either annoy him, or cause him to try to flirt with me. Whenever I did something like this, it was always one or the other. Clearly, this boy decided that he was bothered by what I was doing. Although he didn't seem to be at first, he eventually seemed to have cracked, and told me that I either needed to 'stop following him or shut the fuck up'. At this, I smirked. My humming ceased, but only because I'd chosen to speak to the boy.
"Trying to be feisty?" I asked as a joke. I paused my words for a moment before continuing. "Kidding," I added. "Though, it seems like you've got a bit of an attitude going on. It's not like I never do, of course." I loved teasing other people. It was a good way for me to get my daily dose of enjoyment. Just seeing the way they react, whether it be with words or trying to brush me off, it's entertaining all the same.
I didn't break my pace, continuing to stay next to him, and just to bug him a bit more, I added a bit of a skip to my step. It was never something I'd do on a regular basis, but just because I knew it would irk him, I proceeded to go along with it. I had a smirk still on my face as I went. How much could I annoy this guy? Would it get the the point where he would try to hit me or something? That would be amusing.
Post by maggie mae d10f . mattio on Sept 16, 2017 20:09:12 GMT -5
Gino craved other people's emotions reaching an all time high, but he hated it when it happened to himself. And this girl, whoever she is, has a smart as mouth that obviously hasn't heard of a man with a quick to act temper. That was Serpentino Reznik. The only emotions that reach an all time high is the excited that auras around him when he makes another person cry and the anger that consumes him when he doesn't get his way.
This time, it was the latter.
Her word choice makes it clear that she wants to get a reaction out of him, and it was working. He bit hard on his tongue with his K9 Fangs for teeth, trying to resist the urge to scream in a public area. She comments at his attitude, continuing the effort to piss him off.
He bit on his tongue harder. Tino wanted to rip her head off.
She continued to walk with a smirk on her face,
”Don't you have anything better to do? How ‘bout you go hug a tree or something.”
Tino didn't like it when people tested his patience, and this girl, whoever she is, was doing exactly that.
Post by Fangor Redtail | D9M [Kaplan] on Sept 17, 2017 10:24:31 GMT -5
As I had expected, the boy I chose to bother was filled with unhappiness about the situation. The attitude he projected easily displayed how prominent his anger was, or at least that he was getting a bit beyond the state of being annoyed. Still, I didn't plan to stop bothering him. I was always an irritating individual towards others, and that wasn't something I planned on changing anytime soon. It's always been amusing to me to bother others.
Upon hearing the inquiry as to if I had anything better to do, I let out a giggle. It was funny; this boy didn't know that this was what I found most amusing and that sure, I had better things to do, but I didn't feel like doing them. He suggested that I hug a tree, which caused a bit more laughter to erupt from me than expected. This guy was unintentionally hilarious.
"You're funny," I teased. "Maybe you should joke like that more often. Then again, maybe you're only capable of rude jokes. I don't think you'll get the ladies that way."
Post by maggie mae d10f . mattio on Sept 17, 2017 10:33:58 GMT -5
"You're funny, maybe you should joke like that more often. Then again, maybe you're only capable of rude jokes. I don't think you'll get the ladies that way."
If his nervous system didn’t force his teeth to release from his tongue, Serpentino might have chomped it right off. She was toying with him, waiting for him to crack. And although it was working, he tried his hardest to seem unbothered. It was a hypocritical moment of his, to do the same thing that she’s doing now to others. He supposed that it was how they felt. It didn’t make Tino feel any worse, however. The world always made room for double standards.
Tino continued the conversation, the poison racing through his veins. If it was a challenge this girl wanted, it was a challenge she was going to get.
And Tino craved victory.
He stopped dead in his tracks, and with a forceful grip, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him.
”Wasn’t a rude one, it was an honest suggestion. Got better things to do than listen to you chirp your tune.”
He didn’t like retaliation, but he commended her work. She was pushing him to his highest limits, physical limits.
Grabbing her by the arm may make him look bad, but it also made him look dominant.
Post by Fangor Redtail | D9M [Kaplan] on Sept 17, 2017 10:46:37 GMT -5
Immediately after those words escaped my list, I realized that they hadn't been the wisest choice. I didn't normally get nervous, but as soon as the boy grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him, I froze. My stomach did a flip, and I almost didn't know what to do. Almost. I'd dealt with plenty of people like him as a career before, though, when I used to train for the Games. I could handle this, even if it wasn't with as much ease as I would have desired. I gave him a stern look. He wasn't going to get rid of me that easily.
"I hope you realize who you're messing with. I came up to you to irritate you, which you probably gathered. Though, I didn't come over here to be the one getting annoyed." I told him this with force to my voice. "My dear adoptive brother may have died first in the Hunger Games, but I'm not as weak as him." I pulled my wrist out of his grasp.
Hopefully he'd get the hint. I wasn't pathetic like Andy was. I was much better. Had I been the one to go into the Games, I would have emerged victorious. Andy didn't even get a funeral from us. He was sent back to his birth parents and they handled that. My guess is that there was barely anyone attending. The fourteen year old boy wasn't going to make it far in life anyway. His time was wasted in the Games. If he wanted to die that badly, I could have helped him.
Post by maggie mae d10f . mattio on Sept 17, 2017 10:55:07 GMT -5
Tino liked striking fear into people’s eyes. Some say it might just be psychopathic tendencies and recommend help, but he didn’t see it that way. Tino saw it as a way to separate the alphas from the sheep of the world, and to see the fear on this girl’s eyes, it gave him a sensational excitement that he couldn’t describe in just a three-hundred or less word blitz post. ”I hope you realize who you're messing with. I came up to you to irritate you, which you probably gathered. Though, I didn't come over here to be the one getting annoyed.”
He laughed when she said this. Two great minds think alike. Love to be dominant, but hate to be dominated over. She pulled her wrist away, continuing to speak. ”My dear adoptive brother may have died first in the Hunger Games, but I'm not as weak as him.”
He didn’t understand the stage of mourning that people had when they had friends or relatives in the games. But a boy from District Two? To die first in the Hunger Games. A disgrace, and the evil smirk on his face told her what his voice didn’t: if he was weak, he deserved to die.
”The Games are like natural selection for the Districts. Thin out and watch suffer the population for the ones who can’t win, and let the ones who can thrive.”
His words were poetic, like a python’s venom sinking into their prey.
Giving out poison was his addiction; and this lethal objection was his obsession.
Post by Fangor Redtail | D9M [Kaplan] on Sept 17, 2017 10:58:52 GMT -5
This idiot of a boy acted like he thought I truly cared about Andy's death. I didn't. Andy deserved to die. I may have even been the one to kill him had we been side by side in the Games. I wouldn't have felt any regret, either. Maybe it was time to tell this to my new acquaintance.
"He deserved to die first. He was pathetic. Don't act like I cared about his life. He was an idiot. He made the wrong choice in allies, too. Pairing up with the girl from Eleven and the boy from Twelve didn't get him very far. He should have guessed that." I told him all this as if it should have been obvious.