Post by Jo on Oct 2, 2014 6:08:34 GMT -5
"Stupid as shit. Useless...." "I ain't teach ya, ya just stand there with your thumb up your ass? Fuck that."
"Ain't no interest in bein' part o' us or learnin' less I hold your hand. You don't belong in a fuckin MC. Ya belong in a preschool."
"Go fuck yourself."
She didn't even take time to feel -bad- about saying that. She was too hurt by the words. She paced away. Disappearing past the Doger. Her eyes flickering to the -ghosts- yeah, he hadn't liked her calling them spirits. Probably because he was stupid. No. No calling names...
Her fingers flexed. Clinched. Knuckles whitened. She was hurt. She was angry with how she was talked to.
"You can't teach me? I'm not stupid."
She stopped walking and turned to face the wall. She placed her fisted hand on the hard planks.
"Stupid as shit. Useless..."
Her fist uncurls, and she places the tips of her fingers on the wall... then she slams her fist forward into the siding. Her teeth grit. She inhales through the pain... then does it again. And again. And again. Her knuckles bloodied, but she knew how to hit. She wasn't swinging blindly at the wall. She was using the pain to calm herself down.
"Not everyone likes being inside in the dark while they sleep..."
"You don't belong in a fuckin' MC."
Another punch. Her teeth grit. An angry-pained tear rolls down her cheek. Then, and only then, did she inhale and exhale. Hurt. Angry still. But a good portion of that angst was left as a bloody print on the wall. She flexes her fingers with a soft inhale of pain. No, she didn't like hurting herself. But, she might have gone after the Garou. And while she wouldn't back down from a fight that was forced on her; she wouldn't go -after- anyone. She wouldn't pick the fight. Wouldn't start the fight. It wasn't in her to do so.
"I do belong. I'm not stupid."
Her forehead comes to rest on the siding above that bloodied print... her fingers still flexing, not letting the swelling set in fully into her knuckles. She grits her teeth through that pain and then; she steps back... breathing deep.
"Useless...."
She shuts her eyes with another tear eeking out before she can stop it. A moment passes, then she walks to find where she called home. A little campsite... a tent set up, but more for privacy than to sleep. Beside it was her pallet. She sat down on it... and was quiet... hand held to her chest now. Fingers flexing lightly.
"I belong." Said again, softer. But firm.
"Ain't no interest in bein' part o' us or learnin' less I hold your hand. You don't belong in a fuckin MC. Ya belong in a preschool."
"Go fuck yourself."
She didn't even take time to feel -bad- about saying that. She was too hurt by the words. She paced away. Disappearing past the Doger. Her eyes flickering to the -ghosts- yeah, he hadn't liked her calling them spirits. Probably because he was stupid. No. No calling names...
Her fingers flexed. Clinched. Knuckles whitened. She was hurt. She was angry with how she was talked to.
"You can't teach me? I'm not stupid."
She stopped walking and turned to face the wall. She placed her fisted hand on the hard planks.
"Stupid as shit. Useless..."
Her fist uncurls, and she places the tips of her fingers on the wall... then she slams her fist forward into the siding. Her teeth grit. She inhales through the pain... then does it again. And again. And again. Her knuckles bloodied, but she knew how to hit. She wasn't swinging blindly at the wall. She was using the pain to calm herself down.
"Not everyone likes being inside in the dark while they sleep..."
"You don't belong in a fuckin' MC."
Another punch. Her teeth grit. An angry-pained tear rolls down her cheek. Then, and only then, did she inhale and exhale. Hurt. Angry still. But a good portion of that angst was left as a bloody print on the wall. She flexes her fingers with a soft inhale of pain. No, she didn't like hurting herself. But, she might have gone after the Garou. And while she wouldn't back down from a fight that was forced on her; she wouldn't go -after- anyone. She wouldn't pick the fight. Wouldn't start the fight. It wasn't in her to do so.
"I do belong. I'm not stupid."
Her forehead comes to rest on the siding above that bloodied print... her fingers still flexing, not letting the swelling set in fully into her knuckles. She grits her teeth through that pain and then; she steps back... breathing deep.
"Useless...."
She shuts her eyes with another tear eeking out before she can stop it. A moment passes, then she walks to find where she called home. A little campsite... a tent set up, but more for privacy than to sleep. Beside it was her pallet. She sat down on it... and was quiet... hand held to her chest now. Fingers flexing lightly.
"I belong." Said again, softer. But firm.
