Post by gslicexx on Aug 10, 2012 4:09:35 GMT -5
After waking up late again, getting to class late again, and then receiving death glares from most of his teachers for using the "slept in" excuse again, Max was definitely not in the greatest of moods. Although, since he was Max after all, when did he ever seem to be in the greatest of moods? Class itself had been as dull, boring, and pointless as it always was. The only hot teacher he had to help him pay attention was out sick for the day and her replacement was a particularly unattractive woman with a stick wedged permanently up her ass from the looks of things. Lunch itself had been going fine until some freshman Fire hydrant decided to act like a little bitch when he accidentally bumped into him, and the contents of said freshman's tray were smeared all over the t-shirt that was now balled up in his hand. Needless to say, Max was not having a good day at all so far.
Skateboarding on the cobblestone of the central courtyard didn’t sound as nearly exciting as it should have been, but in an attempt to take his frustrations out, the dark haired teenager had grabbed his board and figured a little downtime would calm him down some… or, you know, give him a chance to destroy something should the idea have not been as successful as he’d predicted it to be. All in all, it wasn’t as rough or rocky as he’d originally thought. The cobblestone itself was smooth and was pretty easy to maneuver through if you knew what you were doing. And Max definitely knew what he was doing when it came to using that skateboard. Because if there was one thing that could always make him feel better, even when he was truly down in the dumps as opposed to being just more easily irritated, it was skateboarding. The hobby had been his life from the moment he received his first skateboard from his dad at the age of nine on Christmas.
Shifting strap of his backpack off of the shoulder it had been clinging to, he shoved the dirty shirt inside of it and placed it down on one of the many benches strewn throughout the square. He then rolled his sleeves up, caramel brown eyes locked onto the statues in the distance, and more importantly, the fountain between them. Considering that no one was around to see anything at the moment, the sixteen year old figured he had the opportunity to show off a little… to himself. It was something he’d done time and time again; challenging himself to get better, more daring, until he just became lost in it completely. Weaving in and out at first, He zigzagged and used a little more pressure to his kicks than he would have if he’d been on a regular and much smoother asphalt street. But as he gained momentum, Max began to add in the tricks; the kick flips, the heel flips, the ollies, the boardslide, the boneless, the impossible, the no comply. It wasn’t long before he was using the fountain as a ramp and the statues that resided in the courtyard as obstacles; railsliding over benches, grinding the edge of the fountain, and using the old thick marble and cement sculptures as checkpoints.
It was as if he was in a trance almost, unaware of his surroundings and more particularly, the other person who was now in the courtyard. Or at least, that was the case until he accidentally rammed into them at full speed, colliding so hard that he was flung backwards and his board kept going until it hit against the brick wall of the academy’s building, wheels still spinning. With a grunt of severe displeasure, he shoved himself up on his elbows to look over at the person, a deadpanned expression on his face as he spoke up in a flat tone of voice. ”You know…in a situation like this, some people usually say something along the lines of…um, stop?! Or maybe even ‘Hey asshole, watch we’re you’re going’?...Any of these could have helped the both of us avoid this.” Was he being a smartass? Why yes, yes he was. Did he give a damn? No, no he did not. Because…well, quite frankly, when did Max ever give a damn about anything he said to someone? The answer would be never. But he was already in a bad enough mood, damn it. The only way this day could get any fucking worse was if it started to suddenly rain without word or reason. And if that actually did happen...well, fuck that shit. He was staying inside, hanging out in the dorms with a book or something.
Skateboarding on the cobblestone of the central courtyard didn’t sound as nearly exciting as it should have been, but in an attempt to take his frustrations out, the dark haired teenager had grabbed his board and figured a little downtime would calm him down some… or, you know, give him a chance to destroy something should the idea have not been as successful as he’d predicted it to be. All in all, it wasn’t as rough or rocky as he’d originally thought. The cobblestone itself was smooth and was pretty easy to maneuver through if you knew what you were doing. And Max definitely knew what he was doing when it came to using that skateboard. Because if there was one thing that could always make him feel better, even when he was truly down in the dumps as opposed to being just more easily irritated, it was skateboarding. The hobby had been his life from the moment he received his first skateboard from his dad at the age of nine on Christmas.
Shifting strap of his backpack off of the shoulder it had been clinging to, he shoved the dirty shirt inside of it and placed it down on one of the many benches strewn throughout the square. He then rolled his sleeves up, caramel brown eyes locked onto the statues in the distance, and more importantly, the fountain between them. Considering that no one was around to see anything at the moment, the sixteen year old figured he had the opportunity to show off a little… to himself. It was something he’d done time and time again; challenging himself to get better, more daring, until he just became lost in it completely. Weaving in and out at first, He zigzagged and used a little more pressure to his kicks than he would have if he’d been on a regular and much smoother asphalt street. But as he gained momentum, Max began to add in the tricks; the kick flips, the heel flips, the ollies, the boardslide, the boneless, the impossible, the no comply. It wasn’t long before he was using the fountain as a ramp and the statues that resided in the courtyard as obstacles; railsliding over benches, grinding the edge of the fountain, and using the old thick marble and cement sculptures as checkpoints.
It was as if he was in a trance almost, unaware of his surroundings and more particularly, the other person who was now in the courtyard. Or at least, that was the case until he accidentally rammed into them at full speed, colliding so hard that he was flung backwards and his board kept going until it hit against the brick wall of the academy’s building, wheels still spinning. With a grunt of severe displeasure, he shoved himself up on his elbows to look over at the person, a deadpanned expression on his face as he spoke up in a flat tone of voice. ”You know…in a situation like this, some people usually say something along the lines of…um, stop?! Or maybe even ‘Hey asshole, watch we’re you’re going’?...Any of these could have helped the both of us avoid this.” Was he being a smartass? Why yes, yes he was. Did he give a damn? No, no he did not. Because…well, quite frankly, when did Max ever give a damn about anything he said to someone? The answer would be never. But he was already in a bad enough mood, damn it. The only way this day could get any fucking worse was if it started to suddenly rain without word or reason. And if that actually did happen...well, fuck that shit. He was staying inside, hanging out in the dorms with a book or something.
