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 Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 6:12 pm
Azzo was sitting at the top of the bleachers, reading a newspaper, unaware that one of his books was about to fall off the bleachers from the other kids running around near the bottom.
He shifted through the paper ripping out a certain section when all of a sudden he saw the book just a second too late. It fell off the bleachers from beside him and down to the place where you rested your feet and bounced, as if perfectly aimed off the bleachers and down to the ground. "OH s**t...." He said as he noticed someone down below. "Oh fu----" He paused when he noticed the book fell right behind the black haired kid.
Giving a soft sigh that it hadn't actually hit anyone. "Hey Sorry about that!" He yelled down, "Would you mind bringing my book up to me?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:24 pm
He wasn’t asking for trouble. He never did, but that didn’t mean people didn’t start stuff with him. It had been a life lesson that no one actually needed a reason to start trouble. They just did, and most of these people were insensitive dicks who he hoped would get attacked by some wild animal (preferring that someone managed to record it and upload it online for him to watch). As of coming into high school, the bullying had toned down for the most part. Being on both the track team and not entertaining any of his loves for things both cute and tasteful had managed to get him to be considered average, boring, and not worth anyone’s time.
Today had been going pleasantly in that nothing happened. He met no one. He talked to very few people, and he walked around the school grounds as he often did. This was average for him, and as he was turning around to walk alongside the bleachers, perfectly out of everyone’s way as usual, a hard TWACK! smacked right beside him and caused him to jump out of the way.
He checked himself to see if everyone was fine (it was) and looked to see that it was a book. Someone called up and he looked to see who could no doubt be the owner.
Someone else might have thought it was an accident, but Ladon KNEW people. Dropping a book from a bleacher that missed him was a clear sign that someone probably had a funny idea to try and kill him, missed, and were now trying to brush it off. Whoever this PUNK was was probably snickering to some of his friends up on the bleachers and shushing them. He’d be a idiot to take it back up to him.
Picking up the book, he looked up, and then flipped the boy off. Turning, he found a nearby trash can and lifting the lid, looked up to the kid, making sure to glare and give a very thin-lipped frown, and dumped the book inside. There. Next time that kid better had better aim before he tried something like that again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:39 pm
His book.... just got trashed..... "HEY what'd you do that for!?" Azzo was clearly alone. And had he not been hurt he would've considered jumping down from that height.
"I wouldn't throw your stuff into a trash can!" It was the first time he'd actually seen anyone be this hostile. It was a simple book falling off a bleacher. He hadn't noticed it, and didn't mean it to happen.
"What a jerk this kid is..." He muttered to himself as he debating actually getting up. His ribs were still slightly sore but much better after about a month of healing, but he still wouldn't punch a guy. Maybe it was just a bad day.
"Hey look, kid, that was school property. I forgive you for trashing it, just at least throw it on the bleachers so I can get it?" He sighed, no way he was touching it after it landed in a trash can but he was giving the kid a chance to redeem himself. "I can't even reach in there to get the ******** thing out dude, my ribs are broke." What a shitty time to not have friends around.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 9:53 am
The NERVE of this guy to try and make it out that he was the bad guy, and even worse, pulling out a lame guilt trip like having his ribs broken. The jerk probably fell off a table doing something stupid to get the injury no doubt. There was no reason for Ladon to listen, but the need to yell back caused him from moving on ahead. There was no ‘bigger man’ around here.
“Oh yeah right! Next time you should think twice about that before you go dropping books on people! You know you could have given me a concussion!” He’d pull that guilt trip right back around. Part of him wished he did get hit just because he’d like to see the kid to get suspended. One less person he had to deal with in this school and everyone would probably thank him. He smiled at the thought of a few classmates patting him on the back, going “Thanks Ladon. That guy was a real p***k,” as he adjusted the bandage around his head.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:04 am
"You say that like I knew it was going to fall!" Azzo shouted back, finally getting up and staring at Ladon. He wasn't a bully.
The kids that were running around had stopped to look at the shouting match. "Now get my book out of the Trash can." He crossed his arms. "I swear I hope Barren Pines wasn't this bad." He said to himself.
He stared at Ladon, "Don't make me come down there Kid."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 11:23 am
He was ordering him? This guy had some balls to think he was going to root through the trash for a book that nearly hit him. He put it in there for a reason and for all he cared, it could rot and fester in there. It wasn’t HIS book, and it wasn’t HIS problem. “Like hell I am! You get your own damn book!” And what was it with ‘kid’ with everyone. He wasn’t a kid. EVERYONE was in High school here and of around the same age. This guy didn’t even look that old.
This wasn’t enough. Throwing a book in the trash just wasn’t enough to get this kid back for treating him this way. Looking around, he found a soda bottle that someone was too lazy to throw in the trash. Picking it up, he undid the cap and swished the flat soda around to judge the damage it would cause. Smiling, he took it and dumped it into the trash, the book inside, and then too the bottle to throw in the neighboring recycling trash can. There. NOW he felt better.
“Have fun trying to peel the pages of your dirty book!” He shouted back up, feeling that he was going to leave the victor. Turning, he started to walk away, having no intent on returning to get the book. The boy could get some of the onlookers to help him if he was seriously injured, which he doubted.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 12:23 pm
Azzo walked down off the bleachers. Staring, He sighed and looked towards the trashcan. "That's fine..." He said opening the trashcan and looking inside. "What's a book cost anyways, 20 bucks..."
He shook his head, "You go ahead, try to bully those that lost at least a year of their life. S'probably why you don't believe me anyways. I don't blame you. I'd hate me too if I was in your place."
He walked over to the kid, he was taller than him, "It's a pretty dirty thing though, younger kids picking on a Senior. Prolly just 'cause I'm one of those that survived that stupid ring."
He stared at him, "I know you don't believe me about broken ribs. I can see it in your eyes. You think i did that on propose too, I bet. Too full of yourself and worries to even give a s**t about others except to ruin their day."
He shook his head, "Go check the hospital if you want to Azzo Crowley, you'll find it I'm sure."
He walked off, "I'm no bully though." He headed towards the office. "Thanks, though. A month back into the 'read world' and already getting bullied. Good thing I don't fit the bill for a Hillworth kid. You'd been in that trashcan with that book." He snorted.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:12 pm
He didn’t need everyone thinking he was the bad guy. THIS GUY started it. To twist everyone around was a really dirty trick in his book, and he wasn’t about to feel guilty or bad for something he knew was right. It was simple. He started something, and Ladon only returned the favor. It was right and the guy deserved it. If he actually cared about what he was saying, he wouldn’t have thrown a book at him.
“No. What’s dirty is some guy to throw a book at someone, a senior who should know better, and then try and make them look like the victim. Why don’t you actually take responsibility and just deal.” He wasn’t going to check some hospital for a Azzo Crowley, and had no idea what else this kid was talking about. Checking the hospital would be up there for checking the dictionary for gullible, and even if Azzo was there, he still could have broken his ribs in a number of stupid and well-deserved ways. It wasn’t like the nurse was going to tell him how he got injured. It was confidential information.
As the boy was walking away, Ladon fumed and wasn’t about to let him walk off with the last remark. The last word always won. “Yeah, you talk big when you’re up on the bleaching dropping stuff. Don’t’ try and talk like you’re better than me.” He wasn’t, and making himself sound pathetic wasn’t going to help his cause. Oh I’m hurt and this terrible man is doing bad things to me. Yeah right!
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:27 pm
Azzo turned back, is he pushing his buttons for a reason. Azzo knew when to hold and when to fold most of the time... He walked back and faced the boy looking down at him. "I. DID. NOT. THROW. MY. ********. BOOK. AT. YOU." He said in a low threatening growl.
"That book did s**t to you. If you seriously thought I was trying to do something you'd defend yourself and confront me like the man you think you are and not take it out on a stupid book." He paused he lost his temper, he wrinkled his nose. "And I am better than you. I don't go around bullying people for innocent mistakes. Walk all over me if you want. Unlike you, I'm not trying to compensate for being SHORT."
He stood there daring Ladon to do something it was a dog verse a wolf show down to who was more dominate. "You should get some therapy." He walked off, "I'm going to go pay for that book you ruined and get a new one."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 2:01 pm
When Azzo turned about, the look of someone who had met the end of their thread of patience, he tensed. Rigid, he watched as the other stormed back to meet him, and he expected blows. Harsh words, yes, but they already crossed that threshold. The thing to proceed words, when patience was up, was physical force, and he expected the worse. Ladon knew what a blow to the chest felt like and how much force it took to bring him to his knees. He expected it, but even so, he wasn’t about to just drop and cower. He knew how to yell, take a punch, and then use his training to wiggle out and get free in time (if lucky).
“I am confronting you. Does it look like I’m running away.” He knew he was signing a big check, and didn’t know if he could cash it. Ladon was pushing up, and it was either a matter of chicken to see who would back down as each boy puffed up. It wasn’t an issue of the book anymore at this point now. Azzo had the audacity to say he was better, maybe even so far as to say better in all ways, and that he was compensating for being short, short as if it was a weakness of his.
He hated people calling him short and saying they were better. Azzo was on his s**t list.
“Better?! What sort of MAN goes around saying he’s better than everyone else and calls people short?! SO much for being injured. You made yourself sound as if you were in crutches and here you are starting a fight. You’re such a liar. First you say I should walk all over you and then you want to start a fight. You’re nuts.” This guy was all backwards, and he didn’t like what he was doing by playing the injured card to wind a fight. It was dirty the way Azzo was handling this, and letting him win instantly suggested that Azzo was better WHICH HE WASN’T!
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:07 pm
Azzo stopped rubbing his head, "I said I had broken ribs. Meaning I can't lean over s**t." He paused, "Doesn't mean I'm on ******** crutches, I never said I was on crutches and I'm not going to ******** litter just to get a book out of a trash can. It means if I lean over something I break another ******** rib and end up with more s**t on my plate. I was lucky last time they didn't go through my lung, next time I might not be."
"You'd probably think that hilarious with the way you're acting." He paused and looked at him, "I'm better than you because I wouldn't assume that an accident was some excuse to bully someone." He paused, "I bet if a coconut fell out of a tree beside you, like that book did, you'd swear someone deserves to be bullied because of it."
He paused and shook his head. "And I am walking away from this because I am better than to throw a punch at someone. Psychical abuse is about as dirty as me having just blown up on you and calling you short." He wrinkled his nose his back was still turned before he glanced back at the kid again.
"Animals." He said, "Animals are the only living creatures that actually fight to prove something. They fight for rank, leadership, and who's kill that dirty piece of meet is. I might be called a dog, but I ain't anyone's b***h and I'm not fighting for my place on this chain."
He turned around looking at the kid, "I didn't want to start the fight, I just wanted my book back that accidentally fell near you. You started this by flipping me the bird and throwing the book in the trash can kid. I think you're the one that should be in Hillworth for anger management issues or maybe the psych ward."
With that he turned his back again and headed back towards the school, "I'm sorry your a jerk when you thought I was being the jerk!" He called back over his shoulder with a smirk. He could care less if the kid tried to throw a punch at him, he wasn't throwing the first one. The first one was what got you expelled, as it was Azzo was going to have to explain why he was paying the school for a book that could clearly be found in a trash can. He scanned the grounds and nodded. "Mm.... hope they have camera's because this is going to be s**t to explain..." He muttered listing to see if Ladon was yelling back at him
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:35 pm
He didn’t get this kid at all. First off, what the hell was he talking about broken ribs and organs for? If he was in a tragic accident, shouldn’t he be in the hospital if he was THAT fragile. Not only that, but shouting at him and swearing was not the actions of a guy who was a pacifist. Everything he did was contradictory, and he decided that if no fight was going to happen, he wasn’t going to start one. The boy was bark and no bite, and he was happy that he could get away unscathed but still in the right. For all his shouting, he didn’t see him backing up his words. Azzo was full of hot air.
“Umm..I don’t think you know what the clear definition of a bully is. I didn’t come down and start this, you did. You even started to order me what to do and then said that I should start a fight with you.” Why wasn’t he shutting up? Well, he could. Azzo wasn’t gong to back anything up, and he was proving a point. If anyone knew what a bully was, he knew. Azzo also had a poor way of apologizing. Using ‘sorry’ and ‘jerk’ in the same sentence defeated the purpose entirely.
“Physical abuse is just as painful as verbal, you d**k!” He shouted back, wanting to show him that not punching him but calling him a short ******** wasn’t any better. Better man his a**. Azzo was right. He wasn’t a man. He was a D-O-G, DOG!
Turning, he headed back to the school.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:59 pm
Azzo listened to the kid, he shrugged. Maybe Barren Pines had mentally ******** him up without him even realizing it, contradicting everything he ever said. He would've never lost his cool before, he would've just been 'whatever' and headed to get a new one anyways. After all he couldn't remember s**t about what happened there, but he wouldn't entertain a fight no matter how ******** up he was, though now blowing up seemed acceptable.
"You'll get your day kid." He called back pausing just before disappearing in the office hallway, "If I'm in the wrong you'll get to see my a** kicked." He smirked and didn't verbalize the fact he thought that kid was going to get his a** kicked instead.
"Now then.... to the office." He brushed off his uniform and strolled in like nothing ever happened to greet the lady at the desk and get a new book.
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