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Post by timothy byron on Dec 29, 2011 7:17:37 GMT -7
My piercing gaze narrows beneath these shades as I watch everyone scatter like roaches hit with a sharp beam of light. How odd? If I remember correctly, the pamphlet said welcoming haven where your demigod student will be taught to excel and fit into the community. Guess there's a newer version out.
I continue to walk down the now cleared out corridor to one of my mixed classes.
To be Ares and to see his spawn pretending they're average, seeking out others approval, playing nice, shit most of them on in art clubs, it makes my stomach turn. We were bred to be warriors, not to play with piles of shit smelling clay.
I'm pulled from my thought with a muffled whimper. My finger go to the nose piece of my shades and pulls them down in the slightest way. My yellow eyes scan the area. Nothing. With a shrug of my heavy shoulders i dismiss it as a film they're watching in one of the human classes.
I continue, until I'm at the end of the hall. I swear I hear it again. I walk back on silent soles. A shaken sigh seeps from a locker. I stop for a second to locate the hidden person. I break into their vision and tug free the thin metal door with a ting. "Dude, I'm effin' evil, but shit that's redic." A sinister smirk crawled across my lips without fail. "you should run next time not hide in a -" my words were caught for a half a second as I glanced at the pictures in the locker. "Why are you in a girls locker kid?"
The human fled without even a thank you. "Figures." I slam the locker shut as I hear footsteps enter the hall.
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