Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2014 23:18:23 GMT -5
(Once again, there is some vulgar language going on here, for warning.)
Zora took long, easy, and graceful strides up the hill, leading seemingly in the direction to camp. One of the guards from Juvy had turned out to be a Satyr who had managed to get her out of her confinement a little faster. than she should have. Hell, I've got no objections. I'm tired of listening to that same girl cry for her mom each night in her sleep. So fucking annoying. Once you go to Juvy, no ones going to want you when you get back out. It's common knowledge. Half of the kids in the Juvy Zora was commonly found in, well, many were like her. With sad excuses for a parent. Blowing her bangs out of her face, she stood atop of the hill now, and would not admit to herself that she was at a bit of a loss. Blowing heavily out her nose, she looked at her spider tattoo for a few passing moments and scoped the area with her pitch black eyes.
"Ugh! This fucking sucks!" Kicking a nearby ant farm and stomping on it, trying to make sure all of it's inhabitants were flattened like pancakes, she stormed forward. Why couldn't Bill, the Satyr come with her? She couldn't wrap her head around it. Yeah, he'd pointed her in the direction, told her who she really was, but now, Zora was starting to get the impression this was for laughs and they all wanted her to die out here. Zora acknowledged wasn't well liked. In fact, enemies are starting to seem more common then friends! She thought in mock optimism. Her thoughts sooner or later drifted to the spray paint in her leather, not to forget, spiked backpack. Her hands twitched, as if they longed to shake the can, spray the paint, and make beautiful graffiti art. The only thing that kept her from ripping it out and spraying the grass was the fumes. Leave it to a druggie to be content with the smell of fumes.. She snorted at thought and suddenly reminded her of the feeling of nagging. Pulling out her pack, she took out a cigarette, placed it between her teeth, brought out the lighter and lit. Leaning up against a nearby tree, she silently mulled over possible ways to go about what to do next.
Zora took long, easy, and graceful strides up the hill, leading seemingly in the direction to camp. One of the guards from Juvy had turned out to be a Satyr who had managed to get her out of her confinement a little faster. than she should have. Hell, I've got no objections. I'm tired of listening to that same girl cry for her mom each night in her sleep. So fucking annoying. Once you go to Juvy, no ones going to want you when you get back out. It's common knowledge. Half of the kids in the Juvy Zora was commonly found in, well, many were like her. With sad excuses for a parent. Blowing her bangs out of her face, she stood atop of the hill now, and would not admit to herself that she was at a bit of a loss. Blowing heavily out her nose, she looked at her spider tattoo for a few passing moments and scoped the area with her pitch black eyes.
"Ugh! This fucking sucks!" Kicking a nearby ant farm and stomping on it, trying to make sure all of it's inhabitants were flattened like pancakes, she stormed forward. Why couldn't Bill, the Satyr come with her? She couldn't wrap her head around it. Yeah, he'd pointed her in the direction, told her who she really was, but now, Zora was starting to get the impression this was for laughs and they all wanted her to die out here. Zora acknowledged wasn't well liked. In fact, enemies are starting to seem more common then friends! She thought in mock optimism. Her thoughts sooner or later drifted to the spray paint in her leather, not to forget, spiked backpack. Her hands twitched, as if they longed to shake the can, spray the paint, and make beautiful graffiti art. The only thing that kept her from ripping it out and spraying the grass was the fumes. Leave it to a druggie to be content with the smell of fumes.. She snorted at thought and suddenly reminded her of the feeling of nagging. Pulling out her pack, she took out a cigarette, placed it between her teeth, brought out the lighter and lit. Leaning up against a nearby tree, she silently mulled over possible ways to go about what to do next.
