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 Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 2:23 am
Walking home from school was not typically a dangerous past time for Orin; he only lived a few short streets away, and while his father strained to be there to pick him up, there were some days when it just wasn't logical. His father had been working particularly hard to keep up with the demands on the restaurant, and Orin had reassured him that getting home wasn't going to be any sort of issue—he was old enough to find his way back! Old enough to know that you didn't talk to strangers, that you looked both ways before crossing the street, and that you didn't try to eat the gum stuck to the sidewalk.
Somehow, despite all of his father's careful warnings and teachings, Orin found himself in trouble. Not that it was his fault—he couldn't be blamed for the older kids loitering near the bus stop who had randomly decided to pick on him.
Older kids, figured. Always up to no good. He hadn't even intended to stop—he was headed straight home, just like he'd promised. But, then they'd tripped him. And then they'd started teasing him. And then they'd started trying to fish through the backpack he wore, to which he'd protested greatly. Running didn't seem like a very good option; they'd boxed him in, and while he was flitting out of reach, their circle was quickly closing in around him, sealing off any escaped he'd hoped to have.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 10:00 am
Being a drop out, the school buses moving about the city, dropping of any number of kids ranging in age, didn't really concern Porsha. For the most part she ignored it all as she roamed along the streets of Destiny City on her way to the gym. She had her head phones, that pretty much cut her off from the majority of the world around her, but while the blaring music did wonders to drown out the sounds of jeering punks and the poor kid they had circled, it did nothing to blind her to the sight of it. At first she did nothing but watch everything go down. The tripping, the teasing, and lastly the circling. It wasn't that she didn't care, she was just curious to see how the younger boy would deal with what was happening to him. If he could handle himself, then what was the point of stepping in and embarrassing him? After another minute though it became obvious that the kid didn't really know what to do beside simply skirting the hands that reached out for him. So, pulling her earbuds free, she changed direction, jay walked to the opposite sidewalk, and strode right on up to the circle of bullying punks. "Don't you little shits," she began, reaching out to snag the closest boy by the hood so she could yank him back and away from the smaller boy. "Have anything better to do then being little assholes?" Being on the shorter side, Po didn't have to bend much to place her face even with the kid she'd snagged. Startled, the bully stumbled back a step, and before he'd even caught his balance he'd thrown a blind punch in Porsha's general direction. She caught his fist, squeezing his fingers until the kid let out a small cry of pain, then used that arm to shove him away from the others. "Get the ******** out of here!" Catching sight of the snot rummaging around through the smaller kids backpack, Po rounded on him next. Tearing the bag from his hands and advancing on him. After what she'd did to the first kid, it was enough to have the second, and all the rest, turning on their heels and pelting away. "That's what I thought!" She called after them, thrusting the bag down into the dark haired boy's arms.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 1:28 am
Profanity was not something Orin was used to, so when Porsha arrived—even before she had become his hero for the day—he was slack jawed. His father didn't curse, and sans the few outbursts he'd heard out in society, Orin knew only that those words were very, very bad. And yet, Porsha had flung them around and chased away all the bullies.
He hastily made sure all his belongings were in the bag and set about zipping it closed so he didn't lose anything; his heart was pounding, and he'd have been lying if he'd said he wasn't somewhat afraid of the strange girl who had chased away all of the bullies. A broad grin formed on his face and he looked up at Porsha with wide eyes. "Wow!" was all he could think to exclaim, and then quickly afterwards, "Thanks! —I mean, you didn't have to do all that, but you did! And you chased them all away! They didn't hurt you, did they?"
He hadn't been entirely sure if any of the other kids had attacked her; the whole scene had gone by in a blur, and even when she had been threatening and chasing them off, all he could think about was how disappointed his father would be if he'd heard Orin had been so close to a fight. Thankfully, however, those thoughts had flown right of his head when Porsha shoved his bag back into his arms, and if things went accordingly, his father would never even have to know about any of this.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:43 am
Profanity was Porsha's first language. Curses came to the teen more naturally then then compliments. While the kid was busy looking through his bag and zipping it back up, Po was glaring after band of punks that had been picking on him, and when one turned back as if to shout or give the older girl a dirty look, Porsh took a swift step forward, lip curling, and the kid turned right back around and jogged to catch up with his friends before they all turned a corner and disappeared out of sight. It was at about this time the impressed 'wow' sounded from beside her, and she turned to glance down at the kid as he expressed his awe and inquired towards her safety, the latter of which made her chuckle. "No, they didn't." The very idea was laughable to the teen, but this kid didn't know her, or her hobbies, so it wasn't a completely silly question. Just a mostly silly one. "Don't worry, Kid. I'm a lot tougher then I look." Pearly whites flashed as she grinned down at him, one arm lifting to make a show of flexing, despite the bulky sweater covering her from shoulder to wrist. "The more important question is if you're alright." She dropped her arm, hand coming to rest on her hip. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" She didn't think so, but there was no telling what had happened before she'd noticed the bullies going after him. As an afterthought she asked him. "Hey, what's your name?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:24 am
He adamantly shook his head to deny being subject of harm. "I'm good!" he insisted, and probably would have said the same thing even if he had been roughed up a bit. "They were probably just bored, I didn't think they wanted to hurt me. But, you know," he insisted. "Boys will be boys."
Orin took the opportunity to return his backpack to its rightful place on his back, and he certainly looked a little funny sight; he managed to hook one arm through the strap, but had to do an awkward, wriggling sort of dance to get his other arm through the remaining strap. When he finished, however, he was looking up at the girl and beaming. He thrust his hand out to shake and introduced, "I'm Orin! Orin Verner," he clarified—just in case she already knew another Orin. "Can you really be tougher than you look? Because, I gotta say. You really do look tough! And you chased them away without batting an eye! Do you do that often or was today just my lucky day?"
Because, he could seriously benefit from knowing there was some watchful protector of this neighborhood; it certainly wasn't his first time getting picked on by those boys, and even with her interfering this time, he suspected it wouldn’t be the last.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 9:59 am
Po was looking down at the kid, scrutinizing him, until he shook his head to declare he was unharmed. "Good," she offered, purple lips cracking in a smile, before she rolled her eyes at the surprisingly grown up explanation he presented for the poor behavior of the older boys that had just been harassing him. "Gender is no excuse for being a douchebag, just remember that." She watched on as he attempted to pull his backpack on, snickering lightly as he did his little wriggling dance to accomplish it. It was cute. So far everything about his had been cute, and Po had never really had much of a soft spot for kids before. "It's nice to meet you, Orin. I'm Porsha," and because he'd offered. "Porsha Webber." She wasn't sure if it was strictly necessary for them to be exchanging last names, but whatever. Another grin followed the first, and she couldn't help the satisfied, smug set of the smile that stretched along her lips. "Oh yes, definitely. I'm a boxer, and I work out a lot." She could have gone into details, but he was kid, was there a point? "Bullies got nothing on me." She battled magical girls on a nightly basis, a few mortal thugs were child's play. "I guess today was your lucky day. Right place, right time." She didn't usually make a habit of chasing off bullies, but then again, she didn't usually catch sight of many bullies at their worst. "Do you want me to walk you home? Just incase those older boys are hanging around waiting for you to wander by on your own?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 2:37 am
"Porsha, that's a pretty name," he complimented, seeming more impressed with the girl as the conversation went on. Not only was she not some Amber or Brittany, but she was a boxer—a girl boxer. Orin didn't even know they could exist. He'd have been a fool to let her get away before learning more about her, so he took only the briefest moment to consider her offer before nodding.
He had no sort of discretion or tact, nor was he at all ashamed to ask to have her walk him back. He wasn't wise enough to fear for himself, but the prospect of conversation with someone so absolutely new had him hooked. And she'd offered!
"If you've got nothing better to do, I'd like that a lot!"
Backpack settled on his back, he waited for just a second before turning towards his house and taking a small step towards it. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she was following, and figured, given it was a very short walk, he'd have to talk quickly if do was going to get her whole life story out of this walk. "I haven't seen you around here before, do you just get out of school?"
He gave her a second look and figured that she might be old enough even to be out of school—a real adult—and promptly tacked onto his question, "Or do you live around here or something?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 9:36 am
Was it a pretty name? She was named after a car. Oh sure, it was a really nice car, but still.. She'd always wondered what possessed her mother to pick Porsha as a name. Then again, maybe it had been her dead beat dad that had picked it. She didn't say any of this though. "Thanks, Orins a cool name, too." Well, coolish. It wasn't a very common name. She thought the kid was far cooler then his name. "My afternoons free. Making sure you get home safe is a lot more important then wandering around listening to music. So where do you live?" She glanced up and down the street, as if there would be some obvious clue to point her in the right direction. She blinked down at his question about school and shook her head. "Nope, I'm done with school." He didn't need to know she'd dropped out. "I don't really live over here either. " He didn't need to know she lived in the shittiest party of town, either. "I like the park over here though, and a lot of the shops."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 5:48 pm
Orin beamed when she complimented his name, though she made conversation easy, so didn't bother to dwell on it. "It's a little while down the road. It's the prettiest on the street!" he claimed, gesturing for her to follow as he started off down the sidewalk again. "Hey, so," he looked up at her while he walked, "The shops are close, but not like, close, and the park is, well, I dunno, it's over there." Despite being visible, they were still apparently a distance for Orin. "If you don't live around here, what were you doing?"
He strained his mind for only a short moment, and then piped up, "Bird watching? Scavenger hunt? Community watch?"
There were dozens of options, and the more he thought about it, the more exciting his imagination was painting Porsha to be.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 11:05 am
Orin gestured towards home, and Porsha fell into step beside him, smiling down at him as he proceeded to brag about his home. If it was true, then he was a lucky kid. He didn't have to grow up in neighborhood that was little better(or maybe even worst?) then most trailer parks. She waited for the thought to stir some form of resentment, but all she could feel was happy for him. She had to give it to him, he was very persistent with his curiosity. "Kinda nosy, aren't you?" She smirked, raising her arms up to fold them behind her head as they walked. "I was hanging around the shops for a while," she repeated, snoring softly in amusement. "But I ended up just wandering around in the park, listening to music. It was either that, or head back home." And she didn't want to go home yet. She never did. "I suppose I was also people watching," she offered, thinking about it for a moment. People were interesting, or at least could be.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 9:06 am
"Oh, I am very nosy," Orin admitted without hesitation. "Dad says it's a quirk," he added, seeming to take pride in the label rather than be ashamed of such. "But, it's one of the reasons I end up people watching. When I was younger," as if he weren't young already, "I used to go to the park and watch people. Dad says I didn't get it from him, but," he gave her a serious look, "He's always watching everyone. So I don't blame you! You learn a lot of interesting things about people that way. Sometimes it makes you a better person. You want to come in and get a snack?"
He still didn't seem shy, and while the house wasn't very large or gorgeous, and the yard wasn't as well tended to as the neighbors, it looked like a fairly normal neighborhood home. In the grand scheme of things, it was very perfectly lower middle class, but to Orin, it was just about the best place ever—and he wasn't going to resist showing it off. "It's the least I can do since you saved me. We have Fruit Roll-Ups, you like those? Or beef jerky. You're tough, you seem like you'd like beef jerky."
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 6:46 pm
Po gave him a look when he just flat out admitted to being a nosy little ankle biter, but she had to give the kid props for being so boldly honest. Most of the adults she knew couldn't even manage real honesty on any regular basis. Orin though, he was something else, and Po could only laugh and shake her head as he explained about his people watching hobby and where it might have originated from. While not what she'd been expecting from Orin's boasting, his house was still very enviable by the teen. Her own place was about half this size, and not as well cared for. While she didn't completely hate her neighborhood, considering her best friends lived there, she could admit to a bit of jealously. The invitation made her blink down at the kid in surprise. He was very trusting. "Sure." Then with a chuckle. "And a snack sounds good." Oh lord, fruit-roll-ups! She hadn't had one of those in years. "The roll-up is fine, thanks kid."
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 5:15 pm
"Orin," the boy corrected absentmindedly as he made his way up the driveway. He didn't seem offended by the nickname; it had almost seemed to be habit. The smile never left his face, so he couldn't have been upset. He certainly didn't see any harm in letting the girl in his house without permission, so either this was normal or he was a little extra rebellious when no one was home.
He withdrew a key from his pocket, wriggled it into the lock and happily let himself inside. Routine kicked in; he swung open the door, kicked off his shoes (there were scuff marks on the wall) and dropped his bag. There wasn't much lavish about the house; there were all the necessities, and even a few luxuries, though none of them seemed new. The interior was taken care of—clean, but not spotless. There was no shortage of photographs and art projects littering wall space and table top.
Orin's named was signed on nearly every odd piece, and while some were kept for sentimental value only, some pieces certainly hinted at a creative future for him. The photographs depicted him, mostly—smiling, as always—and a pale, tired looking father who looked like he might have been a bit too young to be raising a boy Orin's age.
Orin didn't seem to care; he plowed through his house, chattering, "Come on in, make yourself at home! Do you want something to drink? I think we have some sodas or something."
He disappeared for a second, and then returned in front of her, handing her the fruit-roll up he'd promised. "But the beef jerky is still available! —Say, how did you get so tough? I mean, I don't wanna fight or anything, but it sure would be nice to be able to scare away anyone who gives me trouble How do you do it?"
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 8:43 am
Lavish or not, Porsha felt a certain envy for the well kept, and keepsake adorned horse that Orin was inviting her into. She lingered just beyond the door to peer at a few photographs hung on the wall, and couldn't help the smile that followed. This was a lucky kid. It was obvious his father loved him, and even if they couldn't have everything, it was clear that the kid wanted for nothing. "Nice house," she commented cheerily, turning from the pictures to follow him into the kitchen. The fridge was plastered with art projects and homework with smiley faces or amazing grades, and again that pang of jealousy. This wasn't the sort of envy that would fester into resentment, but instead more of a passive feeling. A longing for a past more like his childhood, but she couldn't begrudge him his loving home. She accepted the offered fruit roll-up with a grin, freeing it of it's wrapper before unrolling it in her hands. Oh, nostalgia. And if he was offering soda, she was more then happy to accept, and said as much as she began peeling shapes away from the plastic backing. His question was one she'd heard many times before, but it wasn't something she minded answering. "A lot of practice, years of commitment, and enjoying it as a hobby." She shrugged, laying a candy flower on her tongue and sucking on it thoughtfully for a second. "I started up in martial arts classes when I was little, and eventually moved into boxing once I had a solid foundation to work from."
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 8:36 pm
Orin was much less patient with his own snack; he didn't take the time to peel out the shapes, but instead rolled it up and took a bite out of it, nodding enthusiastically when she began to explain. "How'd you know it was going to be something you were interested in? Dad says people shouldn’t fight because fighting's wrong, but I dunno. I've seen lots of people fighting before and they didn't seem to think it was wrong. You don't seem like you're wrong, though."
He watched her contemplatively. "Kinda makes me wonder if he's wrong, you know. Because I think it's okay to fight, if it's something you believe in. But not to just pick on other people. I dunno, it's all complicated." He waved his hand nonchalantly. "How do you know when it's a good time to fight?"
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