Unlikely match }} Aragorn x Hotaru
Apr 8, 2014 2:17:36 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 8, 2014 2:17:36 GMT -5
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Most people mistaken me for begging older than I really was. Was it that I was more mature? Or was it my ice cold features? I didn't know what and frankly I couldn't care less. People could think what the wanted of me, they could think bad of me or they could think good of me, I didn't care- how could I care? after all everyone who surrounded me was nothing, nightie but bugs in my otherwise perfect kingdom. If I could have life my way I could have them all caged up in one section of the district leaving the rest for the people who actually deserved it. That list, by the way, consisted of one name. My own. Did I sound selfish? Yes I did. Could I give a rats ass? No, I couldn't.
Sighing I begin to careful pack away my book into my back, my hand working fast and swiftly as the teacher droned on and on about something to do with life and how peasants like himself had to live in poverty or some shit like that. Once everything is packed away I allow my bag to fall to the ground, my eyes floating to the window which was only a few meters away from where I sat. The sky was clear today- not a cloud in sight. Generally, if I wasn't who I was, the sky might of made my insides warm and peaceful, but because I was who I was, Aragorn Blackmore, I could only react with indifference at the perfect day. I watched as a small grey bed flies across my vision is small wings flapping desperately as it tried to climb into the never ending sky. It was quite amusing to watch as the creatures small body slowly got higher only to dip short a few cause its wings weren't capable of keeping it afloat for long periods of time.
But my amusement was only short lived as the bird ion manage to escape my vision. I search for it a litre longer before I turn back to the teacher at the front of the class, my head finding a resting place of my curled up fist. I watched as the rather short plump man at the front of the classroom open up a textbook and began to read, his small double chin bouncing backwards and forwards as words began to pour from his lips. His voice was like a jack hammer raining from high to low in the matter f moment pounding into the hard bone of my skull. I was annoying and it took all I had not to just stand up and leave at that instant.
As you could probably imagine school was not one of my favourite places. First off I was surrounded my termites and rats. Second off I found it to be absolutely pointless. I didn't need to go to school. I came from a wealthy family, the Blackmore family. We were high ranking people amongst society. We were seen as people who were elegant and composed, people who deserved the status that we own. But in reality we were not as sociably acceptable as we lead people to believe. We were monsters, we killed and hell some of my family even found pleasure in eating the flesh of other human beings; which frankly, I am disgusted by.So why did wealthy people like myself have to attend such mandate events?
Finally, after what seemed lil forever, I hear my saving grace. A sharp siren fills my ear and people around me bing to pack away their things, their voices rising in an irritating way. With a scowl of annoyance I climb to my feet and haul my pack onto my shoulders, my feet already carrying me towards the door before I had even realise it. But not to my surprise the hallway wasn't any better. People were flooding into the small space, all moving like one body towards the locker rooms which were located on the other side of the school. Reluctantly I step into the flow of people, my ears begin bombard with the hight pitch squeals of excited girls or the low whispers of guys as they checked out the chicks not far from them.
my upper lips seemed to lift with disgust as I walked past crowds of people, my stone cold gaze barely lingering on one group for more than a few minutes. They were like rats, forming small groups to prowl the corridors in. ugh. People disgusted me. Why did I have to live with such filthy dominating disgusting beings? Rolling my eyes I take the next corner of the left, the one which would lead me right to the poker that belong to myself.
It doesn't take me long to reach my locker. I fiddle around with the locking device for a few moment before I fling the door open and begin to through all my textbook in after. I wanted to get out of here, I wanted to get home , I wanted to clean my treasures and then make some money by selling some unique jewellery. Jewellery that I put a lot of pride and effort into making, jewellery that people would be disgusted in if they weren't so in log with it.
Most people mistaken me for begging older than I really was. Was it that I was more mature? Or was it my ice cold features? I didn't know what and frankly I couldn't care less. People could think what the wanted of me, they could think bad of me or they could think good of me, I didn't care- how could I care? after all everyone who surrounded me was nothing, nightie but bugs in my otherwise perfect kingdom. If I could have life my way I could have them all caged up in one section of the district leaving the rest for the people who actually deserved it. That list, by the way, consisted of one name. My own. Did I sound selfish? Yes I did. Could I give a rats ass? No, I couldn't.
Sighing I begin to careful pack away my book into my back, my hand working fast and swiftly as the teacher droned on and on about something to do with life and how peasants like himself had to live in poverty or some shit like that. Once everything is packed away I allow my bag to fall to the ground, my eyes floating to the window which was only a few meters away from where I sat. The sky was clear today- not a cloud in sight. Generally, if I wasn't who I was, the sky might of made my insides warm and peaceful, but because I was who I was, Aragorn Blackmore, I could only react with indifference at the perfect day. I watched as a small grey bed flies across my vision is small wings flapping desperately as it tried to climb into the never ending sky. It was quite amusing to watch as the creatures small body slowly got higher only to dip short a few cause its wings weren't capable of keeping it afloat for long periods of time.
But my amusement was only short lived as the bird ion manage to escape my vision. I search for it a litre longer before I turn back to the teacher at the front of the class, my head finding a resting place of my curled up fist. I watched as the rather short plump man at the front of the classroom open up a textbook and began to read, his small double chin bouncing backwards and forwards as words began to pour from his lips. His voice was like a jack hammer raining from high to low in the matter f moment pounding into the hard bone of my skull. I was annoying and it took all I had not to just stand up and leave at that instant.
As you could probably imagine school was not one of my favourite places. First off I was surrounded my termites and rats. Second off I found it to be absolutely pointless. I didn't need to go to school. I came from a wealthy family, the Blackmore family. We were high ranking people amongst society. We were seen as people who were elegant and composed, people who deserved the status that we own. But in reality we were not as sociably acceptable as we lead people to believe. We were monsters, we killed and hell some of my family even found pleasure in eating the flesh of other human beings; which frankly, I am disgusted by.So why did wealthy people like myself have to attend such mandate events?
Finally, after what seemed lil forever, I hear my saving grace. A sharp siren fills my ear and people around me bing to pack away their things, their voices rising in an irritating way. With a scowl of annoyance I climb to my feet and haul my pack onto my shoulders, my feet already carrying me towards the door before I had even realise it. But not to my surprise the hallway wasn't any better. People were flooding into the small space, all moving like one body towards the locker rooms which were located on the other side of the school. Reluctantly I step into the flow of people, my ears begin bombard with the hight pitch squeals of excited girls or the low whispers of guys as they checked out the chicks not far from them.
my upper lips seemed to lift with disgust as I walked past crowds of people, my stone cold gaze barely lingering on one group for more than a few minutes. They were like rats, forming small groups to prowl the corridors in. ugh. People disgusted me. Why did I have to live with such filthy dominating disgusting beings? Rolling my eyes I take the next corner of the left, the one which would lead me right to the poker that belong to myself.
It doesn't take me long to reach my locker. I fiddle around with the locking device for a few moment before I fling the door open and begin to through all my textbook in after. I wanted to get out of here, I wanted to get home , I wanted to clean my treasures and then make some money by selling some unique jewellery. Jewellery that I put a lot of pride and effort into making, jewellery that people would be disgusted in if they weren't so in log with it.
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Aragorn Blackmore
Your pain, is my gain.
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