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Post by ethan on Oct 23, 2011 19:37:08 GMT -5
sprawled out on the front lawn of the local college, jayce clark wasn't too concerned with what people thought of him. sure, it seemed crazy to be outside considering the weather wasn't exactly perfect, but he tended to have more focus when he had fresh air. textbooks laying haphazardly around him, his nose was stuck in his english book. it may have looked like he was interested in what he was reading, his mind was far from enjoying the story.
with a bored sigh, jayce dropped the book to the ground and rested his chin on his arms. why can't there ever be books about pirates? turning onto his back, he stared up at the sun, waiting until he could see spots. instead i have to read all this bullshit about jane and her darcy. it's not even realistic. mumbling under his breath a little more, he closed his eyes until they no longer hurt. english, english, suck my dick. you stink, and make me sick.
with a snort, jayce laughed to himself before sitting up and reaching for his psychology text. what do you have to say about the human mind today, mr. psyche? flipping open the cover, he skimmed the first few lines before flopping down onto his back. he was fully aware of how silly it was to talk to talk to himself, but he simply didn't care. that's just how he was.
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Post by brandon nicholas layfon on Oct 23, 2011 20:10:22 GMT -5
learning was boring. learning was lame. or that was how brandon felt as he lugged a bag filled with advanced roman history textbooks around. the irony was that he didn't even take roman history. the books were for some professor on the other end of the campus. he couldn't get his mind around how this counted for "extra credit" though. when was being a pack mule for teachers extra credit? there ought to be a student union about this kind of thing. unjust student labor, teachers enslaving students. that'd make a nice cover story for the news.
however his mood seemed to be lightened when he saw the outline of another student laying out on the grass. nevermind he was some guy brandon didn't even know the name of. all that mattered was he seemed like the type of guy who'd be easily deceived to carry 50lbs across campus for him. just like how his professor had deceived him into doing the work in the first place. oh yeeeah, deceiving people felt good.
taking the opportunity to bring back some childhood memories, brandon leaned down and ended the lives of a handful of grass by ripping it out of the ground. for good measure he also took a stick and couple of leaves. then, he made his way over, tip toeing to the guy and threw the entire handful on his face. "wakey wakey." brandon leaned over and smirked at the guy's face.
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Post by ethan on Oct 23, 2011 20:23:27 GMT -5
just as jayce was about to turn his study session into a much-needed nap, he was rudely awakened by the sudden feeling of grass in the face. bolting upwards, he scratched at his eyes and spit the greens from his mouth. what the hell! he yelled, staring up at the man in front of him. are you fucking crazy? hello. you don't just pop over like a gnome and throw shit in my face. pushing himself up, he collected his books from the ground and shoved them into his pack.
not even an apology? nice one, dickface. thanks a lot. slinging the bag over his shoulder, jayce stepped forward and squinted into the man's face. .. but you do look familiar. you a teacher or something? teaching assistant? whatever it is. his lips pursed slightly as he thought, scrunching his face into something far from attractive. you look kinda young, though. he added, sticking out his hand. i'm jayce.
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Post by brandon nicholas layfon on Oct 24, 2011 19:03:16 GMT -5
"Colorful language there."Brandon wasn't about to lash out for swearing against him, he'd probably be saying the same things if he was in the other guy's position. but it was ok, cause green foods were good for you anyway right? If anyone asked, that was his excuse. People needed to eat more like cows.
he had to smile though, at the other guy's reaction. "What do you just shake hands with any random stranger who throws grass on you?" It was a bit silly, but Brandon took his hand anyway. "Thank you, I'm Brandon, and yeah, not a teacher yet, but hoping to be one soon." He was aiming for some degree in teaching. Kids were fun, and at the risk of sounding like a horrible pedophile, he liked being around them. "And I'm sorry for throwing grass at you." It was a bit of a kindergarden apology but it seemed fit.
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Post by ethan on Oct 24, 2011 19:41:20 GMT -5
oh.. shit. i mean.. shoot. sorry, man. it just kind of slips out. smiling brightly, he tried as hard as he could to seem innocent, but it was hard to back track after he'd just disrespected someone. i mean.. i'm really not that much of a potty mouth. you just scared me a little bit. shifting his weight from foot to foot, jayce shrugged, nose twitching slightly.
er.. well, that's what my mom taught me; introduce yourself, be polite. that kind of thing. fingers gasping the other man's hand firmly, he pumped it a few times until he'd decided it was a decent enough handshake. nice to meet you, brandon. he replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. oh, that's cool. what kind of teacher? always the obvious chatter, jayce was genuinely interested in the man's studies, unlike other students at the school who couldn't be bothered to engage in a few friendly conversations. that's okay, man. no hard feelings. sometimes it's hard not to. i totally get it.
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Post by brandon nicholas layfon on Oct 25, 2011 21:44:06 GMT -5
jayce seemed a bit jittery. it wasn't just the handshake, or the fact he reminded brandon a little bit of bugs bunny. he had this image in his head of jayce with bunny ears and a long carrot. absentmindedly he nodded. "Yeah, majoring history, gonna teach social studies or something." it wasn't what he wanted to do for life, but a start as a history teacher would help in the greater scheme of lawyering. plus kids were awesome these days. except for that one guy, with the pasta related name. he was a little weird.
"Yeah, you know, sometimes it helps relieve the stress, throwing leaves." he felt like chandler bing from that friends show telling a bad joke. "So you yeah...sup?" He was drowning a little in this conversation - Brandon hadn't actually thought what he would say beforehand, at the most he didn't even expect to survive through the initial leaf dump. the guy had good patience. "You wanna hang out?" Oh oops, now he sounded like a desperate loner. Oh well. Point was made.
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Post by ethan on Oct 27, 2011 14:52:03 GMT -5
jayce had always been the overexcited type. in elementary school, his teachers would always complain that he moved around too much, his mind never able to focus on one thing at a time. in high school, he'd always been the kid to disrupt the class with irrelevant questions, or blurt out funny comments during his teacher's lectures. in short, his mind was always churning, ready to move on to the newest thing.
nodding along to what brandon was saying, jayce tried as hard as he could not to interrupt. history's a cool subject, there's always tons to talk about. while he listened to the man speak, he rummaged through his pockets, finally pulling out his big-framed glasses. 'sup with me? oh, nothing really. i've just been drinking a little too much coffee today. slapping his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he blinked a few times in order to adjust to the difference. oh, yeah. sure. what did you have in mind?
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