Post by Aika Hikaru on Nov 16, 2013 1:49:37 GMT -5
What I'm about to say is a secret
Aika knew he wasn't being as bad ass as he wanted to be. Of course, he was doing something pretty bad ass every day. Hell, his mere existence was made from pure awesome, but he lacked something every other bad ass had. Skills. Yes, he could solve an equation pretty quickly, but he couldn't punch a person in the face as quickly, or effectively. So he had to learn some other skill. Getting buff wasn't on his agenda, so he was going to practice martial arts. Specifically the French Martial Art of running away. He woke up that morning sore from getting beat up at school the previous day. Apparently his new attitude wasn't widely accepted throughout that place. Even his new peppermint friend was no where to be seen. It sucked pretty hard, but if they couldn't accept them then they could go and fuck themselves! He was going to practice and hone his skills throughout the entire weekend!
That's what had Aika in the position he was currently at.. On his knees about to pathetically cry at the mere sight of the alleyway before him. He couldn't do this.. He had tried and failed the entire morning, not knowing how long it was going to take until he mastered this skill. In video games and manga it seemed to just come to the characters naturally. They never showed the struggle it took to actually be able to gain the physical strength. He supposed those weren't a good reference, anyway. They were fake, for god's sake! Why did he ever believe in them anyway?
Aika stood again, not fully prepared for the attempt. He began sprinting towards a garbage bin. He tried jumping when he came close to it, but failed. He ran directly into the bin, which was the last straw. Aika angrily stomped away from the alleyway, trying to find a place that he could take his anger out on. He stormed over to a small garbage pale and knocked it over. This didn't seem to help with anything anger wise. Aika placed his hands on his hips, frustrated with the lack of things to kick. Was there seriously only garbage cans around? Of course, there was a table or two with a few chairs, but those seemed like they would hurt if he attacked them, so he stayed from them. He didn't want to take out his anger on those around him, but it seemed like he was going to have to. What else was there?
Post by Jacob Frost on Nov 16, 2013 2:14:46 GMT -5
J.F was on another walk. He was frustrated, and hardly had enough patience for anything else to go wrong today. Well... yeah, he did. He had all the patience in the world, but he just needed to vent his frustration. He woke up with his shoulder aching, so he exited his place of rest to take some medicine, massage it and relax. Upon opening it, someone opened his door to his apartment, and thus scaring him into accidently pouring his medicine down the kitchen sink. This wasn't the first time his neighbor got confused and entered the wrong apartment.
The old man was suffering from dementia, so Frost didn't scream at him as he would have at an intruder. However, not screaming instead gave him a headache from the writhing frustration he was feeling. He showed the old man to his apartment and returned to his own. He decided to stretch it, but that failed. He tried holding a warm, damp rag over it, but that failed to. He decided to go for a walk down to the nearest pharmacy some two miles away to get some medicine. He needed to get out of the house anyway.
As he walked, he notice a guy younger than himself run into an alleyway in front of him. Shortly afterward he heard a crashing sound, and the same young man came back out almost as frustrated as Frost was. J.F. watched, unimpressed and moved to set the tipped over trash can back in its rightful position. He didn't bother picking up the trash that had spilled, most of it had been carried away by the breeze that just happen to come by.
"Hey.... you ok?", Frost asked, adjusting his toboggan. He figured a little socializing would do both of them good.
Post by Aika Hikaru on Dec 7, 2013 16:03:19 GMT -5
Aika didn't want to have to go home after failing at something. It was a shame he couldn't do it, but he was thankful he stopped hen he did. If he went home and had bruises anywhere that were visible, he'd be questioned. And after telling his parents what happened, because he couldn't dare lie to them, he'd be forced to practice until he perfected his skill. He just couldn't allow his parents to suck the fun and difficulty out of yet another thing. He had to just come back to it the next day, and keep practicing. Although he had to make sure he stopped practicing when he got pissed off, like he did today. He didn't want to hate the thing he needed in order to be a complete bad ass.
Although, Aika couldn't just go home and study. He heard someone talk to him, asking him if he was okay. He wasn't sure how to answer it. He turned around to face he man asking the question and walked to him. He felt okay, but his family has been dishonored by his failure. Was that really fine? And on top of that, he was going to lie about it! "No. I am no okay! I must commit seppukku! Let me find a sword!" Aika panicked and started running with his eyes closed, running straight into a wall. He fell backwards upon impact and began whimpering, covering his face while doing so. He couldn't let anyone see his not bad ass behavior!
Post by Jacob Frost on Dec 17, 2013 12:39:06 GMT -5
First impressions are often the most important, and this kid was failing badly under Jacob's vision. J.F. didn't think it was cute. Ok. that was a lie. It was slightly, and only slightly, cute. Most of he felt about this dude's behavior was a mixture of indigestion, hot-air, and annoyance. It wasn't very civilized to run around with one's eyes closed trying to hit a building then complaining about it and wanting to commit ritualized suicide.
"Yeahhh..no. I'm pretty sure you would regret that decision as soon as you moved to act upon it." J.F. said as he walked over to him and tapped him on the side with his foot. "I guess I would have to take you home kid, seeing that you are all injured and whatnot. Or are you fine? I can't tell really" said J.f as he massaged his temple. dealing with this guy was giving him a headache.