Post by Volke on Sept 24, 2011 4:10:17 GMT -5
There was a spark of light and a quick snap before the light had disappeared again. A black haired teenager was playing around with his silvery Zippo Lighter that was chained to his person. The small thing that he had managed to snag from one of the passengers on the train ride here had quickly become an object of interest to him as the design simply mesmerized the youth. Pocketing the thing again, Volke walked out of the security area with a satisfied grin on his face.
The crunching of the blades of grass under his boots only escalated the feeling of doing something wrong in the eyes of society. It was the little things that always set up those OCD people and hell, was the security here OCD. With a laugh, Volke made sure to grind his feet on the well trimmed grass and reveled in the cold glare that the security guards were giving him. Though, he had to stop it when he saw one of them reach for his pokeball. Sure, being a total jerk was fun but getting hurt for something so travel was not on his list of things to do.
He'd probably break a few more school windows before he gets up for a fight with the security. Shoving his hands in his black pants' pockets, the teenager gave a grunt and stalked off again. "Bah, what a boring place. No student in site, nothing good to look at. Might as well mosey over to the lab...wherever that is."
Knowing that he had an appointment with a tester, the teenager purposely took the scenic route, choosing to rather irritate his Examiner than be polite. It just wasn't his style to make everyone else around him happy. Seeing a flock of pidgey up in the sky, Volke tried to follow them, walking through a gate that was surrounded by a picket fence, the curious and more so bored kleptomaniac kept following before deeming it useless and a waste of his time. With an unhappy sigh, the teenager hiked up his pants and walked around, trying to locate where the goddamn building was. He's been walking around the same thing for...minutes and he still hasn't gotten anywhere.
"Son of a..." Volke started when he stopped walking and saw a man cloaked in white...which eerily looked like a scientist. A Scientist. Then Volke's brain put two and two together. Some of the pidgeys wished he didn't as the black haired teen roared in frustration and started kicking up a dust storm. Putting on the most irate face he had, the tantrum throwing teenager stormed through the sliding doors.
The first person who came up near him had the unfortunate luck to trip thanks to a small rock that seemingly came from nowhere. "Gee, you lab rats need to start looking where you're going." Volke chuckled with obvious mirth in his voice as he walked up farther and pretty much slouching over the chair where one had to wait for his or her examiner. Hopefully, Volke pissed them off enough. The scenic route wouldn't have been worth it if they aren't.
The crunching of the blades of grass under his boots only escalated the feeling of doing something wrong in the eyes of society. It was the little things that always set up those OCD people and hell, was the security here OCD. With a laugh, Volke made sure to grind his feet on the well trimmed grass and reveled in the cold glare that the security guards were giving him. Though, he had to stop it when he saw one of them reach for his pokeball. Sure, being a total jerk was fun but getting hurt for something so travel was not on his list of things to do.
He'd probably break a few more school windows before he gets up for a fight with the security. Shoving his hands in his black pants' pockets, the teenager gave a grunt and stalked off again. "Bah, what a boring place. No student in site, nothing good to look at. Might as well mosey over to the lab...wherever that is."
Knowing that he had an appointment with a tester, the teenager purposely took the scenic route, choosing to rather irritate his Examiner than be polite. It just wasn't his style to make everyone else around him happy. Seeing a flock of pidgey up in the sky, Volke tried to follow them, walking through a gate that was surrounded by a picket fence, the curious and more so bored kleptomaniac kept following before deeming it useless and a waste of his time. With an unhappy sigh, the teenager hiked up his pants and walked around, trying to locate where the goddamn building was. He's been walking around the same thing for...minutes and he still hasn't gotten anywhere.
"Son of a..." Volke started when he stopped walking and saw a man cloaked in white...which eerily looked like a scientist. A Scientist. Then Volke's brain put two and two together. Some of the pidgeys wished he didn't as the black haired teen roared in frustration and started kicking up a dust storm. Putting on the most irate face he had, the tantrum throwing teenager stormed through the sliding doors.
The first person who came up near him had the unfortunate luck to trip thanks to a small rock that seemingly came from nowhere. "Gee, you lab rats need to start looking where you're going." Volke chuckled with obvious mirth in his voice as he walked up farther and pretty much slouching over the chair where one had to wait for his or her examiner. Hopefully, Volke pissed them off enough. The scenic route wouldn't have been worth it if they aren't.
