TAILSPIN ;; kiwi

[brett]

The thunder commons were pretty much the place that Brett haunted when all other places were taken. He wasn't very fond of sitting around and doing nothing, but he liked to get to know thunder kids every once in a while. Most of the time, Brett could relate to the thunders. They were powerful, and driven, and knew how to have a good time. Loitering in the room that pretty much every thunder student passed through meant that he got to meet more new people who shared his some of his philosophies. Granted, it seemed that it was rare for someone to share his more self-destructive viewpoints, but he would have been more surprised if someone thought that all of his ideas were good ones. Brett knew that his decisions were stupid, but that was half of the fun. What was life without a few hundred mistakes and a whole lot of stories to laugh about later? The most interesting people he knew always had a new story to tell, no matter how old they were. It always gave him hope for adults when he heard them reminisce about all of the crazy things that they used to do. The only thing that he hated about it was that it was all about the past. Where was the present? Why did everyone get so afraid of living as their age increased? It was a reason why he intended to never get old. Brett would live fast, die young, and leave a pretty corpse.

Yawning, stretching, and reaching for his beer bottle on the floor next to him, Brett leaned back in an armchair. He hoped that a thunder leader wouldn't come in right now, because he knew drinking on the grounds was a poor choice, and he really didn't feel like being narced on for just trying to enjoy himself. There were a few other kids, who were probably freshmen, that didn't seem to mind his drinking all too much. That was promising, because he didn't plan on stopping any time soon. He'd probably have beaten a kid senseless or locked them in a closet if they tried to inform someone of his alcohol consumption on grounds. It may have seemed like a monster attacking helpless villagers, but it was more like the villagers took the monster's happiness, so he had to exact revenge. And thunders were known for their skills in revenge scheming.

Taking another swig of his beer, Brett caught a sight of the new scars on his arms for what wasn't the first time, but they were still too recent to not startle him every so often. He forgot he even had the new burns on his arms, or the x-shaped imprint on his chest. This was Josh's branding Brett with his own humiliation. Brett wouldn't admit it, but he'd actually lost sleep over that fight. It was something that just kept replaying in his head, over and over again. He was just trying to find mistakes that weren't there. The only mistake was trying to take on Joshua Dale in the first place, and Brett would probably be marked with that mistake forever. Brett really just needed to get his mind off the whole thing. He really needed to be able to find a distraction to get his mind off of the itchy, somewhat-pained patches of red on his arms. Brett looked around the room. He needed a distraction. He needed someone who could take his mind off of the pain. There weren't any pretty girls around, but some of the boys looked decent enough to get with if he wanted one. Still, they weren't worth chasing after. Brett decided that the next person through the door would get his full, undivided attention. It was bound to be interesting no matter what, and that was the only way he could get through these annoying burns right now.

Tagged:: Kiwi
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 651
Notes:: Sorry this took an extra day or so, my social life decided to get out of hand for some reason. >.<

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[kiwi]

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[atrb=width,240] sighing and itching to get his hands on his camera, or a good book, kiwi moved carefully through the hallways of the academy, making it his purpose to not touch anyone. since he had come to the academy, he had hoped that his germaphobe issue would become a little under control because of all the students, however, the exact opposite happened. he did not know how, or why, but kiwi was more fearful about touching something than he had ever been, and it did not help when the hallways got packed. therefore, when he began to walk up the sprawled staircase toward the thunder student dormitories, he felt a sense of relief. kiwi was not always pleased with how thunder students acted toward each other, but he was happy that crowds of them being in the common rooms was unlikely, and therefore, made it a perfect place for him to breath and relax. as the familiar crackling noise of the thunder clouds outside of the towers hit kiwi's ear, his panicked heart already started to feel at ease. with his backpack hung loosely over his shoulder, he could of sworn his steps up the stairs quickened at the idea of solitude. his favourite book awaited him inside of his bag, and when he got to the dorm rooms, his camera would be waiting use as well. instantly, at the idea of a mere camera, kiwi's entire facial features warmed and grew into a blissful formation. as much as he found classes boring, for he often finished the work far too fast, and lunch time horrid, for the crowds of students, kiwi would never get bored of his spare time. all the thoughts of possible things that kiwi could do once he got into his hours of solitude forced him to begin climbing the steps two by two, not wanting to waste a minute. by the time he entered the common rooms, kiwi stopped at the entrance, spotting another boy, and within those same seconds, his excited nature was no longer excited. he had seen the boy before, or perhaps heard things about him. not wanting to come off as a complete scaredy-cat, despite the fact that his heart beat was racing, kiwi dropped his blue eyes from the boys face. walking silently across the room, he quickly entered the door rooms, where he placed his bag down in his own area and removed the book from the bag. it only took kiwi a couple of seconds to realize his dorm room would be a less than proper placed to read his book, the lighting being no nearly as good as in the common rooms. with a frown, and reluctantly entering, once again, the common room, kiwi made it his job to not make eye contact. instead, he sat across the room, on another couch, and opened his book. all the while, kiwi wished and deeply hoped the boy would not talk, would not start a conversation, and god forbid, would not bug him.	[atrb=width,140] words , five zero three. tagged , mister brett. clothes , try not to stain it with blood. notes , i'm already fearful for kiwi, and did you get tay's PM about being set in june?
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[brett]

Brett actually thrived on physical contact. Be it a gentle hand in his hair, or a calloused fist in his face. It didn't matter if it was a pat on the back, a kiss, or an assault. Hand holding, or getting beaten to a pulp, without other people touching him, nothing would have been worth it to him. Attacks were a rush, and let him put his life into perspective. If not that, then they were just enough pain to let him know that he was still alive, and sometimes that was really all Brett needed. As long as he knew that his life was still his, Brett was usually pretty happy. If he didn't have people constantly touching him for that multitude of reasons, Brett probably would have kissed a shotgun a long time ago. This was all supposing that Brett would have had some kind of problem that tore him away from other people. Something like a lack of immune system, or the apocalypse would have driven him insane. Were Brett trapped on a deserted island, he would probably only lasted a week or so before completely breaking down. Anyone who would think otherwise was surely either ignorant or mentally ill. Either way, he wouldn't even know how to act around with them. That was for damn sure.

That was why it almost shattered him when he saw a weedy looking kid walk in to the commons. Being one to never deny a challenge - even one that was administered by himself. Even one that was as simple, sad, and boring as turning his attention to the boy in the doorway. He'd seen the kid around once or twice, and he always looked so fragile and helpless. Like a baby gazelle in a lion's den. Not that Brett really payed too much attention to him. He'd heard somewhere that he was a fruit. Or that his name was a fruit. Or he liked fruit. There was something involving fruit in the kid's identity, that seemed pretty likely. Hell, maybe it was all three. The first two seemed pretty damn probable. Not that Brett had anything against homosexuality. He did, however, have a problem with the whole effeminate personalities that seemed to go hand in hand with the stereotypical gay man. Brett may have had his girlish moments, but when a guy was upset about a chipped nail, he was just a joke. Maybe Brett's first instinct was wrong though, maybe this fruit kid would be a real man's man. There was really only one way to find out, after all.

As the fellow thunder entered, Brett couldn't help but notice that the boy's attention was on him for a moment, then on the floor. That was an instant sign of subordination. It was funny how animal-like Brett was. How he actually believed that the world was like the animal kingdom. How he thought eye contact meant someone was itching for a challenge. It showed confidence. It was the kind of thing that pretty much anyone in a European influenced world admired. It was that drive, ambition, willingness to stand up and survive. It was the thing that made people know that you were not to be messed with. And this boy didn't have it. Still, the kid was on his way through the room. He wasn't worth the attention if he was just passing through. Brett resolved to play the same game with the next kid. That was, until the kid came back and started reading in the room with him. Great, a nerd. This would make for an interesting hour or so. "I've never seen a thunder read before. It's revolting," he stated in an audible-enough and completely unenthusiastic tone. What he'd said was true. Reading for fun was a waste of time. It took time away from living. It took time away from actually enjoying life. He didn't know how that was always overlooked by the shut-ins.

Tagged:: Kiwi
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 661
Notes:: I need to start posting at a regular hour. >.> Also, I did, and it's all sorted out, thankfully. Don't be too fearful yet though, Brett may not even use violence this time, it depends on how courageous Kiwi would end up acting.

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[kiwi]

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[atrb=width,240] as kiwi got into his book, into the flow of the words, he began to barely notice the other presence in the room, if not for the smell of alcohol. he was reading a strong book, a story about the unlikely hero who rose above all to surprise and to protect. sure, it was the common hero book, but it was those classics that worked for kiwi. if not for books, kiwi would surely be locked in a room, talking to imaginary friends and cursing anyone who dared open the door. shivering, he would sacrifice a few hours to reading rather then to losing his sanity. after all, it was books who brought him to that better place, and during times where he wanted to run as a child, gave him a glimpse of a family, of the love it possessed, and how he could feel it if he tried hard enough. yes, as nerdy and unwelcoming books could appear to those who would not give them a chance, kiwi could understand the horror, but for himself? he would take the odd stares, the sometimes rude comments, and he would read. if he could take walking around with blue hair, he was not about to let go of the one thing that was able to give him that ounce of happiness only one person was able to provide, cherry. therefore, to kiwi's surprise and horror, when he heard the other boy talking about how revolting seeing a thunder student was reading, he found himself bravely rolling his eyes. "funny." was the single word that came from kiwi's mouth, not even bothering raising his head from his book. unlike the various other times where he voice would quiver and shake at the thought of speaking to another person, this time kiwi's voice was remotely confident. perhaps it was reading about the shy boy who stood up to the beast in his mood that inspired this uncommon and rare mood, but kiwi was feeling powerful, out of all feelings, today. "funny how a thunder student has such blatant disregard for rules." he continued, glancing up from his book to take a glimpse of the alcohol that laid on the floor, before sighing and returning to his book. kiwi knew, when it came down to it and he actually gained a clear head filled without the influencing words of the book, that his most recent words were probably not the smartest. he found his heart picking up its pace in that familiar panicked way and found himself begging for it to not happen now, any time but now. he had a good feeling, a strong feeling, that he would require his bold new personality that he had found from the book. quickly glancing over more words, reading deeper into the book, kiwi began to plead for a part where the shy boy would rise once again to conquer and defeat any sort of monster in his path. however, with a hopeless stare, nothing new was coming in the book, nothing inspiring to give kiwi the important boost that he required if he wanted to actually last in this room with the seemingly cranky boy. closing his eyes tightly behind the book, kiwi wondered if reading time should be over and he should run to his dorm room while he had the chance. "be strong!" his inner-voice yelled and kiwi took a deep breath. there was no proof that this meeting would go in a negative direction, kiwi just needed to remain as calm as he could and breath. always breath.	[atrb=width,140] words , five nine seven. tagged , mister brett. clothes , try not to stain it with blood. notes , that makes me more fearful -.- kiwi is feeling good.
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[brett]

Brett let out a laugh when the bookworm attempted to insult him, or at least retaliate to his comment through telling him that he was disregarding rules. The fact of the matter was that every thunder Brett had met broke the rules often enough. He'd encountered a girl who smoked in the commons, a boy who liked to harass water kids, and more. Really, the typical thunder was bound to break a few rules, as were fire and water. Fire kids were aggressive and prone to fights, and water kids liked pranks. Thunder was a little less noted for their behaviors, but most people noted that they shouldn't be messed with due to their viciousness and lust for revenge. Yet, here was this gangly little blue haired boy sitting here, reading a book, and telling him that thunders were obedient. Brett had to test this one now. Just how well did this kid follow the orders? Naturally, Brett was looking for the boy to set an example now.

"I wish I was more like you," Brett began with mock-shame. He made it sound almost as if he was sorry that he was drinking in the commons. As if he didn't like what his life revolved around. "Really, you're just such a good kid. You probably do so well in school. I mean, how can someone like me compete with that? You're the reason why people like me drink you know," he stated with a sneer, looking at the bottle that he'd unconsciously picked up while speaking to the boy who really should have just shut his mouth to begin with. Really, smart weaklings would have just not responded. This kid was the perfect boy for Brett to break. Anyone who stood up to him was bound to get beaten down by him. That was the way Brett saw it anyway. He lived for moments like these. He lived for the kids who thought that they had a shot to stand up and try to prove their worth. Kids with books should have stayed in libraries or behind desks where they belonged. Out here, in the real world, there was always someone who was more than willing to obliterate them when they said something wrong. Brett was the perfect example of such a destroyer.

In Brett's eyes, thunder was destruction. It may have created the benefits of energy for such things as technology, but it was the tool of the gods. Thunder was the reminder that there was a force stronger than man, and that it could ruin you at any minute. It had been that way since ancient Greece, maybe earlier, and it was still true today. Brett was thunder, all the nerd in front of him was merely static electricity - useless and annoying. "You know, following the rules is probably the reason that you're still a virgin," Brett stated nonchalantly, taking another swig of his beer. That was really a shot in the dark. Brett had no way of knowing whether or not there was some kind of poor desperate girl who would get turned on by someone like the fruit kid, but he didn't think anyone was that desperate. It wasn't that the boy on the couch wasn't attractive, but his mannerisms just showed a lack of confidence, and that was never a turn on. Were Brett in a more generous mood, he would have actually dragged the kid to a bar or took him on a death ride to show him what life could have been like. How fun it could have been, but the blue haired kid had caught him in a more vicious circumstance, and unless he quickly apologized and left, Brett would come at him like a bat out of hell. Brett hoped that the boy would try to stand his ground again. He could really use a good self-esteem boost, and a fight would certainly do that. There was no way that this kid would be as strong as Dale, so everything would definitely go in Brett's favor.

Tagged:: Kiwi
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 676
Notes:: Brett will show some mercy anyway. Kiwi will be alright, promise. <3

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[kiwi]

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[atrb=width,240] kiwi may of been socially awkward and not the best person to identify things in the best of times, but he was not stupid. in fact, academically, kiwi was always in the top of his classes, even his bad subjects. therefore, when the boy announced he wished he was more like kiwi, despite his best efforts, kiwi noticed the sarcasm. however, as much as kiwi was disappointed to hear sarcasm from someone he did not know, when the boy claimed he was the reason people like him drank, it hit kiwi's heart. guilt covered his face, despite the fact the boy was probably trying to get under his skin. kiwi had already had a difficult life, the last thing he wanted was to project a hard life on someone else. trying to regain composure, kiwi breathed, telling himself the boy was just trying to get to him, although it was working. no matter what way kiwi tried to convince himself, the thought of him excelling and following the rules and making others drink was taking its affect. frowning, he glared at the boy for making him feel such a thing, as if actually trying in life was something to be guilty about. "at least i'll get somewhere in life. i have something to be proud of. what do you have to present yourself?" he questioned, though his voice was not angry in the least, just irritated and hurt. "oh wait, that's right. you've got alcohol, wonderful." he quickly added, knowing that these random bursts of confidence and snippy remarks would only last so long. however, instead of it being the book to inspire him this time, it was the thought of protecting others like himself, specifically cherry. had the boy talked to his sister like that, things would of been different, cherry would of defended herself and in her honour, kiwi was someone managing to do the same thing. sure, his heart raced in a panicked manner the whole time, but at least he was speaking without his voice shaking in fear. there was no way he would be able to convince the boy he could not be pushed around in a verbal fight if he could not speak with a clear, strong voice. after all, kiwi loved debates and no matter his awkwardness, his love for debating would out rule everything. with the boy's next comment, kiwi felt yet another stab at himself. the fact that he brought of virginity was a weird and horrible subject for kiwi. the poor guy had never been in a relationship to this date, let alone in bed with a girl. heck, just the thought ot if was enough to rattle his bones and make him shiver. a germaphobe was not exactly the best person to be having things like sex, or physical touch for that matter. hurt and wanting to strike back, kiwi thought swiftly. "how sad, alcohol is probably the reason you don't remember your virginity." he snapped back, feeling almost proud of his come-back. sure, it was not the strongest, but how the boy presented himself, it would not surprise kiwi if he had been completely drunk his first time. thinking, kiwi could only hope the first time something like that happened, he remembered it and for once, did not feel the need to run with someone touching him, or at least washing himself after ward. nonetheless, kiwi had to mentally congratulate the boy, he had ways of bringing out parts of kiwi that were not always the easiest to awaken.	[atrb=width,140] words , five nine one. tagged , mister brett. clothes , try not to stain it with blood. notes , awwe, no fun. i want pain! lols.
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[brett]

Arrogant nerds were the worst kind of nerds. The worst kind of people. Arrogant nerds were the kind of people who drove smart cars for the sheer sake of bragging that they did better for the environment. They were the breed that made shopping for electronics such an unbearable experience. The kind of people that just ruined everything good in life by just suddenly dropping by. They never knew when to just shut up and recognize that they weren't as high on the social ladder as other people were. There was a good reason for their being socially lower, too. It was because they were annoying as hell, and no one wanted to deal with them. Really, no one worth knowing was unpopular. They weren't well liked for a reason. Arrogant nerds like this kid were the perfect example. And Brett was more than willing to show the boy exactly where his place was. The kid would be kissing Brett's feet, begging for forgiveness in a few minutes. He should have just kept quiet, he would have made it out in one piece.

It wasn't like Brett had never pissed off someone stronger than he was, but not pissing off someone who could grind you into dust was a lesson that had to be learned as soon as possible. Brett was amazed that the fruit kid hadn't learned this one already. He would have thought that the kid would have had his share of beat downs by now. Unfortunately, none must have stuck. It was a shame, because it meant that Brett would have to get his hands dirty, and he was still recovering from fighting Dale, too. "Right, because I want to work at a desk for the rest of my life," Brett said, shaking his head and showing off his teeth in a cool smile. "Face it, even if you become important and rich, you'll still get pushed around. You're frail, after all." Brett's voice was cool and detached, though almost followed the exact format of every mob enforcer in every gangster movie ever. That kind of imitation wasn't intentional, but it definitely got the point across. Brett was threatening the boy, it was truly the last chance the blue haired kid would have to back down. Otherwise, things were about to get really messy, really fast.

Brett laughed and sneered when the kid stated that booze was the reason he wouldn't remember his virginity. What was there to remember? Being some sexually starved brat who just hoped that someone would give him the time of day? Really, Brett liked to think that his life as this incarnation of himself started after he'd gotten laid for the first time. Things were just better that way. Not to mention, it led to quite a bit of fun later down the road. Hell, Brett probably wouldn't have stayed in this academy if there weren't people constantly willing to fuck him. His whole life revolved around fucking, and fighting, and that was more than fine with him. "That's not true, I wrote all about my virginity in my pretty pony diary. I'm sure you have too. You're probably the kind of girl who likes writing down her thoughts and feelings, aren't you?" he commented without missing a beat. As fun as this little game of insults was, he was growing bored with it. It would only be a few more seconds, and it'd have to escalate, he was sure of it.

Tagged:: Kiwi
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 580
Notes:: Well you've certainly come to the right place then! xD

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[kiwi]

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[atrb=width,240] kiwi was weak and he had been his whole life. perhaps there was a chance that he could of been different, that his appearance would of been different had his parents not excluded him. when you came from the type of family as him where image was everything, the general role of parents was not the same. instead of nurturing and supporting you, they did everything to make sure you came out perfect. sadly, kiwi's parent's version of that was keeping his sister and himself within the greenwood walls, and when not in there, kept in a private school. kiwi's entire life had been secretive, even the part about elements. his parents had been jealous, he had decided. that was the single reason they had forgotten to tell him that he had elemental powers within his blood, because the powers had skipped their generation. it was sometimes amusing how karma hit first, almost as if karma knew his parents would turn out to be horrible and thus, took the ability to control an element away from them. therefore, when the boy had stated that kiwi was frail, it did not upset him like he had previously expected. kiwi knew he was frail and that there was no point in lying about it. however what kiwi might of lacked in muscles and brute force, he did replace with brains and clever thinking. kiwi smiled, almost pleased with himself, despite the circumstance of possibly dying under the hands of this poor, pitied boy. "funny, poor little boy. it is the importance and rich people who do the pushing around." he pointed out, knowing far to well about the business world. you could be the smallest man on earth, but so long as you had money and knew how to use it, you could technically be invincible. it was odd, actually. it is the strong ones that excel at young ages, they make their mark on the world, and although the frail might disappear in those years, there is no better time for them to shine than when they become older. that is the time where the strong become weak, because as much as we do not want it to be so, money does make the world go round. with the boy's explanation of journals and virginity, kiwi had a feeling that this was not the right time to reveal he had never lost his virginity, let alone had a girlfriend. however, kiwi was already weak, so there was no need to give more weaknesses for the boy to pick at. when he had called kiwi a girl, a part of him felt angered, but not at the fact of being referred to as the opposite sex. instead, kiwi was upset that he could be so blind to the words he used, the affect that if kiwi was actually gay, that might lead to further damage than he had hoped. though, perhaps the boy did want kiwi dead. "i would never be so stupid as to write personal thoughts down in something that could be found and used against me." kiwi replied back, just as easily as the boy had made the insult. kiwi had never been the type of person to put himself in that sort of situation. he had heard far to many stories of parents finding these journals, reading because of curiosity, and the kid being completely revealed. no. kiwi was not stupid, he was protected and secretive.	[atrb=width,140] words , five seven eight. tagged , mister brett. clothes , try not to stain it with blood. notes , terribly sorry for the wait and the crap! its university's fault -.-
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[brett]

Brett had never been weak. His father wouldn't tolerate that kind of behavior. Any sign that he was emotional led him to a sign that he needed to stop whining and do something about it. It was probably one of the reasons that Brett had trouble voicing his feelings all of his life, but it made him know just how strong he was expected to be at all times. His dad also taught him how to fight when he was eight. It wasn't like karate, and there was no discipline. Just the warning "don't just go around fighting strangers, alright?" Well, obviously not everything stuck, but at least he retained the useful bit. Brett had been fighting people since he could remember. He wasn't always a bully, but it was kind of hard not to be one when there were so many assholes that needed to be put in their place. Brett felt that anyone who couldn't overpower him was subservient to him. The inverse of that was also true. Joshua Dale had made Brett his bitch, and Brett made a note not to fuck with that kid ever again. If someone was stronger than he was, he just tried to stay out of their way. Brett knew exactly where he belonged even if no one else seemed to.

The business world may have ended up with Bill Gates and people like him on top, but at the same time, Richard Branson wasn't frail or weak, and Virgin ended up being a pretty huge empire. If anyone asked a modern teenager to name someone from the sixties that affected their lives today, he doubted someone would bring up Kennedy. Most people would go for musicians, or authors, Brett would have said Jim Morrison. In the seventies, it'd be Sid Vicious or Iggy Pop, certainly not the Ayatollah or Nixon or Carter. It was just how the world worked: the artists were remembered and worshiped by the kids, while the politicians were left to the adults. If someone like this weedy kid sitting in front of him wanted to be the guy who sat in front of a desk for decades, or who built computers out of Legos in his mom's garage, hoping that one day he'd be powerful, Brett wouldn't stop him. Brett also wouldn't stop laughing from the sidelines. "Yes, no king or noble fears the coup d'etat," Brett said smartly. It was surprising that he even knew what a coup was, let alone used it in an analogy to say that the rich had to fear the poor more than the poor could ever fear the rich. He'd heard a saying used once that if the upper class took the food or money from those below them, the poor would have no choice but to eat the rich. The number of people below you always increases as you get higher up, and everyone wants to see someone they envy fall.

Words couldn't rebut what the kid had just said. He spoke like a prick, and really thought that he was making a point that he was above Brett? Or that he thought he was so smart? The kid must have been fucking suicidal! That was the only explanation for anyone trying to act holier than thou when being insulted. Brett could be more than intimidating when he wanted to, and he certainly was being insulting. Did the kid think that it was a good idea to poke a bear that was already growling? Apparently he did. Either that, or he didn't realize that it was the worst idea in the history of mankind. Fruit kid needed to learn fast, because obviously his book learning hadn't earned him an ounce of street smarts. Luckily enough, Brett was a superb teacher. Brett wasn't going to stand though. Not just yet. He had a better plan in mind. Drinking the last of his beer quickly, Brett flung the bottle overhand at the kid, making it spin as it moved. Granted, Brett's ability to judge distance was a little impaired due to the contents of the bottle that he'd just sent hurdling toward the boy. That was Brett's warning shot. Something of which he didn't often give people the courtesy. The kid would be best to apologize before Brett decided to stand, because he hadn't seen anything yet.

Tagged:: Kiwi <3
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 726
Notes:: It's perfectly alright! ^-^ Sorry this took a bit as well.

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[kiwi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] THROW YOUR SOUL THROUGH EVERY OPEN DOOR. COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS TO FIND WHAT YOU LOOK FOR, TURN MY SORROW INTO TREASURED GOLD. YOU PAY ME BACK IN KIND AND REAP JUST WHAT YOU - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - sow
[atrb=width,240] yes, no king or noble fears the coup d'etat. kiwi had to admit he was slightly shocked with the boy's sentence, and impressed. perhaps call it judging on first impression, or simply because he related those who drink to having a low iq, kiwi almost wanted to clap to indicate the phrase had actually made sense. however, holding his tongue and his nerve to be obnoxious, he remained silent. the idea behind the thunder student's sentence gave kiwi another view on things, or rather, another view on how the rich were treated. as much power as the rich did have, kiwi knowing first hand, he also knew that power could crumble when the poor beneath them disagreed. sadly, it was a vicious cycle and those rich people barely noticed the effect. though, as rich as kiwi was, he had inspired to never become one to control another. he had seen the pure power of his parents and the effect it had on his family, making it enough to change his entire view. in fact, the whole idea reminded him of a quote that kept him in line when it came to money: when the rich rage war its the poor who die. yes, the quote was true to the purest point and actually made kiwi feel pity. if money was truly universal and people did not need loads to survive, he would of shared his more widely, but he knew the world revolved around the green paper. if it did not, things would be different and kiwi could only begin to imagine how drastically everything would change if money was not the prize in peoples eyes. with a sigh, he decided to drop the topic, to drop the words that passed between the other student and simply keep to himself. as nice as it felt to stand up for himself, memories had been awakened about his parents and suddenly all kiwi wanted was to be with cherry. however, the thunder student across the room had a different idea as kiwi caught sight of a beer bottle flying in his direction. had he been a millisecond slower, it would of hit him right in the head, probably causing a good amount of damage. instead, it bounced off his arm, leaving a pinch of pain behind it and smashing to the ground. great, the one thing kiwi needed was broken glass around this guy. hiding the pain that spread through his arm quickly, he glanced toward the boy, a frown plastered on his face. "are you stupid?" he questioned, his voice angry. "oh wait, let me guess, you intended to hurt me." kiwi spat out, his calm demeanour vanishing quickly. he could tell his arm would form a bruise, something that was medical. kiwi naturally bruised easily and sadly, this seriously sucked for him. "seriously, what's your problem?" he asked, a rhetorical question. "grow up." he added finally, standing up. he grabbed his bag and began to make his was to his room.	[atrb=width,140] words , five zero one. tagged , mister brett <3 clothes , try not to stain it with blood. notes , my muse is dying... o.o -hits- sorry for how short it is!
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[brett]

It looked like Brett had won their little philosophical argument. That was actually really sad. Was book kid/scrawny kid/fruit kid, also stupid? Did he really have nothing going for him? What was the point of his life if so? The way Brett saw it, people were either good for strength, smarts, or art. Brett was either the first or third, he wasn't really sure which, but unless the blue haired boy was a brilliant writer or painter, he was shit out of luck. He may as well have been put out of his misery now so that he wouldn't have to suffer through life as someone who wouldn't ever amount to anything at all. Really, what was the point in living if the standard of life was shit? He'd probably end up working a more nowhere job that Brett ever would, it was a shame. It was also a shame that Brett didn't think for a second that the kid stopped talking to make some kind of point. Really, the kid didn't know to shut his mouth before, so what would have stopped him now? No one was dumb enough to do the one thing that could have saved them after they'd already done so much damage.

Brett had this idea that thunders were like he was. Not so much as wild or aggressive, but he felt that thunder kids were meant to be strong and able to stand up for themselves. Instead, he met this boy who buried himself in books, was nothing but bone, and spoke stupidly without having any way of backing himself up. Really, Brett was amazed that there were people like him in the world. He was all for people having more brain than muscle, but anyone with half a mind knew to keep their mouth shut when someone's about ready to tear their throats out. The boy was lucky that he'd pissed off Brett, and not some homicidal maniac. Really, Brett was doing the kid a service by teaching him exactly why you shouldn't fuck with someone stronger than you. He'd do it fast, and it'd leave a lasting impression. Not that Brett wouldn't beat this kid down again and again now that he'd made the mistake of getting on his bad side. With Brett's reputation, people really should have known better.

Temper tantrums were never a bright idea to have when someone disliked you enough to throw a bottle your way with full intent of making contact with you in some way. The kid was having a bitch fit, and Brett quietly stood while the kid was moaning about how stupid his assailant

[/i] was. Really, was this kid retarded? He had to be, no one did that. The kid must have been home schooled before or some shit like that where people told him that everyone would only be nice to him forever. The world wasn't like that, and fruit boy would realize that in three. Brett sighed, rolled his neck, and cracked the knuckles on his right hand. Cliche, yes, but it got the message across. Two. He smirked. "You're using a past tense there. Intended. No, I intend to hurt you." he stated with venom. One. As Kiwi picked up his bag, Brett was on him. He pulled on the bag with the goal of keeping the boy in place for a minute, though if he fell to the ground it'd be even better. Especially with glass scattered all over the floor. Hell, he'd even let weedy kid have the first punch if he had the balls.
[/blockquote]Tagged:: Kiwi
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 598
Notes:: So how bad should Brett beat him? xD[/blockquote][/size]