05-21-2014, 08:21 AM
Connor had turned and walked out the door, but heard Elias' comment just before the doors closed. He rolled his eyes in amused contempt.
What a pathetic little bitch, he thought shaking his head. Here he went out of his way to be friendly to the guy, even apologizing for his heated words, and he continued being a prick. The kid was a pitiful cliche, a walking temper-tantrum. Look at me! I'm mad a the world! You hear that world!?!?
It amused him that kids that supposedly wanted to reject society and show how "non-conformist" they were all ended up dressing and acting and thinking in exactly the same way. Goth, emo, it was all the same, all the same uniform and club that somehow deluded itself into thinking that they were showing society how they really felt, imagining how cool they looked as they walked into a room and shocked the conformists. How original could he be, with his long flowing black hair, leather jeans, and long billowy jacket? That uniform had been around since...hell long before he was born. And they probably still sat around writing bad poetry, drinking coffee and smoking clove cigarettes while listening to whatever trendy emo-band was the latest craze. Pathetic, he thought again.
The train sped away, leaving the warm air swirling. Why was he wasting his time thinking about Elias anyway? It was Tehya that he wanted to think about. She seemed alright after whatever had happened to her with the Ijiraq. But still....he would have liked to make sure, to be sure that she got home safe. Maybe it was more than that. Probably. All kinds of things had been stirred up in the last few weeks. His entire world had changed. It surprised him that that encounter with the Ijiraq didn't surprise him. The universe was different....or rather it was just his understanding of it. It was definitely a bigger place than he'd realized, much darker. But that darkness also afforded there to be more light in contrast. Perhaps that was why he had sought some connection with Tehya. She was pretty, sure. But it seemed that he had been looking for a way to share the "strangeness". No. That wasn't it exactly. Just that it would be nice to be with someone and experience this new world with them.
That's dumb, he thought. Oh well. He walked up the stairs and out onto the street. It had gotten even colder. Definitely not New Mexico. But for some reason, the thought of going home didn't appeal to him. He pulled out his phone to call his aunt and see if she was ok.
Continued in Little Boxes
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 20 2014, 08:30 AM.
What a pathetic little bitch, he thought shaking his head. Here he went out of his way to be friendly to the guy, even apologizing for his heated words, and he continued being a prick. The kid was a pitiful cliche, a walking temper-tantrum. Look at me! I'm mad a the world! You hear that world!?!?
It amused him that kids that supposedly wanted to reject society and show how "non-conformist" they were all ended up dressing and acting and thinking in exactly the same way. Goth, emo, it was all the same, all the same uniform and club that somehow deluded itself into thinking that they were showing society how they really felt, imagining how cool they looked as they walked into a room and shocked the conformists. How original could he be, with his long flowing black hair, leather jeans, and long billowy jacket? That uniform had been around since...hell long before he was born. And they probably still sat around writing bad poetry, drinking coffee and smoking clove cigarettes while listening to whatever trendy emo-band was the latest craze. Pathetic, he thought again.
The train sped away, leaving the warm air swirling. Why was he wasting his time thinking about Elias anyway? It was Tehya that he wanted to think about. She seemed alright after whatever had happened to her with the Ijiraq. But still....he would have liked to make sure, to be sure that she got home safe. Maybe it was more than that. Probably. All kinds of things had been stirred up in the last few weeks. His entire world had changed. It surprised him that that encounter with the Ijiraq didn't surprise him. The universe was different....or rather it was just his understanding of it. It was definitely a bigger place than he'd realized, much darker. But that darkness also afforded there to be more light in contrast. Perhaps that was why he had sought some connection with Tehya. She was pretty, sure. But it seemed that he had been looking for a way to share the "strangeness". No. That wasn't it exactly. Just that it would be nice to be with someone and experience this new world with them.
That's dumb, he thought. Oh well. He walked up the stairs and out onto the street. It had gotten even colder. Definitely not New Mexico. But for some reason, the thought of going home didn't appeal to him. He pulled out his phone to call his aunt and see if she was ok.
Continued in Little Boxes
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 20 2014, 08:30 AM.