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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 8:30 pm
The room was a dull grey brick, bare except for the inspirational posters plastered all over the walls and a small ring of chairs in the center of the room. The dim colors were a strong contrast to the focal point of the room, a stout woman in a bright yellow turtleneck. She was waving to the people standing outside the door, and slowly they filed in, handing him their time sheets to sign. Jack nearly had to be carried in the door by his older brother Duncan, his reason for being here, and after biting his hand a few times, was released to find his own way to a chair. Why the hell did Duncan have to blab. After his recent adventures with Maelon he'd found out that Duncan, having seen what he'd done at the concert, had gone to the police. A little bit of revenge for all the times he'd been bothered. So now, after a short stint in family court, Jack had been released under the condition that he would attend weekly anger management classes. Great.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 8:38 pm
For just a minute, Akilah thought she was really going to like that woman.
But then, she had to go and do this. All because she kicked that stupid dragon? The damn thing had bit her! It deserved it!
Only recently had Lilly Ghardian and Akilah Kther crossed paths, and how they ended up rooming together was a story for another day. The only thing Kilah knew about her was she'd worked at some place called 'D-Corp' until recently, she didn't like some guy named Al (or was it Andy?), and she had a pet dragon named Muffin.
That had bit Kilah. So she kicked it. Big deal.
In the end, the choices can to this: Choice A - Go back and live in that big a** house of Noharu's where Noyama and Pukio's families were. Choice B - Go to the stupid 'management course'. Lilly didn't take fondly to the idea of potentially having someone more pissed off than her in the house.
Currently, she was engulfed in a story a very...unhappy individual next to her was telling much louder than nesscary. Angry people tended to be very loud.
"--so I threw the vase at his head, and I ended up here." Akilah huffed, arms crossed.
"Yeah, well, maybe if you had aimed better..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 8:49 pm
Jack, who'd been underneath his chair for the sake of avoiding contact with these others, poked his head out when he heard a familiar voice. Though the person with the apparent opposition to vases was still talking, he didn't think twice before interrupting with, "Kilah!" He pulled himself up onto his chair, running his hands repeatedly over the arms. There was nothing to do here. And worse, he was expected to talk about stuff, stuff that he really didn't care about. The woman in the yellow turtleneck frowned at him, making a note on her clipboard, "Jacobin." Jack looked confused, "Jack." She rolled her eyes, "Please keep quiet until it's your turn to speak."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 8:57 pm
Given the, er, enviroment, it wasn't that surprising the man looked very angry about being interupted. Not to mention he was angry at Kilah, too. Who was a blind girl to tell him to aim better?
It wasn't uncommon for Kilah to forget people. She did it a lot. But somebody she'd willingly hand a dagger off to--like she had with Jack if memory served--wasn't somebody that just drifted from her memory. "Hey, Jack," she greeted, about to say something else when that damned woman was interupting her. How rude.
"Hey b***h, why don't YOU keep quiet while me and the kid are talking? You don't have a damn interesting thing to say anyway. If you did, you'd probably have a better job." Uncrossing her arms, she held a hand out toward Jack's voice. An action she did without even thinking about these days. "What are you doing here?"
They didn't really push little kids into s**t like this, did they?
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 9:08 pm
Jack flashed a big grin when she stopped the annoying woman, would looked to him like a giant lemon, and leaned forward in his chair when she asked why he was here. Though he was annoyed about his punishment he had a certain degree of pride in the action that deserved it. "I started a riot an' three people got hurt, an' I kinda blew a hole in the road with'a buncha M80s." This earned him a stern look from Miss Lemon, but he didn't really care.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 9:14 pm
That would do it.
Kilah snorted, and almost outright laughed. All she'd gotten to do as a toddler was break a window. Then again, at his age, she'd done things out of rage and not in seeking fun. The little hellhound truly was a prodigy of 'their kind' as her sister had dubbed trouble-makers. "You should be lucky, Jack, the other Sin'aeis didn't have the opportunity to cause such mass amounts of havoc at your age."
Any idiot could guess that lady was giving them looks. Kilah couldn't see them, or anything, which 'Ms.Sunshine' should be thankful for, the Sin'aeis thought.
Whoever said the pen was mightyer than the sword had obviously never learned to use one. However, they did have a pretty decent idea for people who's swords had been taken away.
If only she could find a pen...
"So your mom sent you here, huh?" This time, she did laugh. "It's not as bad as you think. You get to be around a lot of pissed off people."
The best kind of people.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 9:25 pm
"Kinda, Duncan took me, he's the one tha' turned me in," he said with more than a hint of anger in his voice, "He's no fun." He shifted in his chair, sticking his tongue out at the woman that was now babbling about order. They'd taken his weapons when he'd had to go through the courthouse metal detector, but he could still bite her if she didn't shut the hell up.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 9:35 pm
"I want through that, too. My sister Twila is that way." Kilah knew from the second she'd showed up she would be nothing but trouble. Hence why she wanted to drown her, but nooo. Mignon had thrown a fit over it. "Not many people are fun."
Growing increasingly annoyed with a certain woman who wouldn't just close her damn mouth, she reached for the first thing she could grab onto (a book of some sort), and flung it toward her voice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 9:43 pm
A switch went off in Jack's head when the book was thrown, and within a few seconds he'd jumped down from his chair and picked it up. It was heavy for his size, but he wasn't exactly in an injury conscious state of mind. With a cry of, "Whoo!" he flung the chair towards the wall, where it collided with a bang and bent a leg. Before Miss Lemon could get out of her chair he was at the wall tearing down some of the posters. By the time she got to him he'd already cracked a nail clawing at the brick wall. "Get the hell offa me!" he shouted, nearly popping his shoulder out of place as he wrestled against her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 9:49 pm
Bang!
Crunch!
Riiip!
Mixed together, these sounds could only be the product of destruction, and since Kilah wasn't causing them, and the foot steps running wildly around were from small feet, it had to have been Jack.
So she'd the little monsters time bomb off without even meaning to. At least he was loud enough she could figure out where he was. Her hands felt around experimentally until they brushed across the fabric of a sweater. Jack's voice was screeching right infront of her.
Target located.
"Keep your head down, Jack," Kilah instructed, and then without waiting punched the woman square in the jaw. "You would think somebody in this line of work would know how to move quicker," she observed, shrugged, and offered her hand to the toddler she assumed had also fallen to the floor when the woman toppled over. "******** this, let's get out of here."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:10 pm
Nearly tripping over a chair that had been thrown in the chaos as she carefully made her way out of the structure. Comotion could still be heard from the people still inside inside, but it wasn't her concern anymore.
"Where do you wanna go?" At that point, she plucked him off her shoulder and set him back on the ground. "It does suck if your foot hurts--" Or ankle or knee or whatever it was he'd been complaining about. "--but you're going to have to walk until we get farther away from here."
Because the thought of continously running into walls to find her own way around really wasn't appealing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:21 pm
Jack nodded, she had a point. He'd have to remember to grab his stuff before they left, he wasn't going to let some dumb class take his time and his stuff. Grabbing hold of the corner of Kilah's shirt, he turned to go toward the elevator. But where did he want to go... That was a good question. "Well we can't go to the zoo." Or much of downtown for that matter. "What 'bout.. Um.. I unno."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:28 pm
"You're too young for strippers, I guess," Kilah thought aloud. One of her more helpful siblings had told her if a man never had anything to do, take him to a 'strip joint'. That left her out of ideas.
"What about the park?" she suggested. How was it she always ended up feeling like a babysitter? Pell and Jack were way more amusing than Ryker at least. "You can terrorize small children your own age there."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:33 pm
Jack scratched his head at this idea. He didn't mind the park, and she was right, there were plenty of little brats there for him to entertain himself with. And, there was that little nasty pond. Last time he'd gotten in trouble for holding a kid under in it. But he'd deserved it. After all, who the hell had given him the right to mess up the hole Jack had been digging. He cracked a strange smile thinking about it, relishing the feeling that it had given him. "Park sounds good," he responded, hitting the button on the elevator. From there it was a straight shot out onto the road and then well, he didn't know where the park was.
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