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?
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?
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