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Post by knightmare13 on May 10, 2010 23:00:20 GMT -5
'Seven o'clock.' I said to myself as I locked up the library for the night. 'Maybe tonight will be quiet.' I thought to myself, the city's crime had become stale recently. Still crime not to be mistaken but not enough to keep one enticed, regardless, I had to get ready for tonight anyway.
I began walkin' to my Black gran torino, bought it from some guy who owned a junk yard. Took a while but the thing purrs like a kitten for me. 'God please give me something.'
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Post by Mr. Seran on May 10, 2010 23:51:32 GMT -5
One of those nights indeed, although for a man like Thierry Durand when dusk settled in his night of frivolous behavior was just getting started. Tonight he'd start off with a bottle of Jaeger in one hand and a cane in the other. Why did he have a cane you ask? He beat up a cripple for it and walked off as though it never happened leaving the elderly man in the street.
"Doo deee deee deee doo dawwww," A merry little drunk jig as Thierry Durand's pace stammered back and forth between the ally ways of San Diego.
What was on the poor bastards mind you might ask? A pretty little blonde number in his office giving him shit. He didn't need that he was the Student Dean.
"You hear that Blondie, I dun need your silly little purse, I got a Rhinoceros in mah Pajamas!"
Thierry laughed falling over onto some nice car smashing his bottle of booze all over the front window. He looked pretty foolish dressed in his finest Teacher's garb suit. A red tint to his cheeks and a ridiculous smile on his face livid with color.
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Post by knightmare13 on May 11, 2010 16:49:50 GMT -5
'How'd I not notice this idiot?' I asked myself as I heard the glass smash on my front window. "C'mon man!" I exclaimed moving over to the other side of my car and saw Mr. Durand drunk. "Hey Buddy, you mind gettin' your drunk self away from the torino?" If that sounded short I didn't care, he hit my torino!
I walked slightly closer to him but only approached with caution because this guy's a friggin' principal of my school.
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Post by Mr. Seran on May 12, 2010 15:26:27 GMT -5
"Hey Buddy, you mind gettin' your drunk self away from the torino?"
The covert nudge at his body turned bloodshot eyes up towards the kid. Had to be a student he had young features that were reminiscent of someone in his logs. Mental note to punish the boy for interrupting his drunken adolescent behaviors.
"Hey hey you..." He'd say in between fits of giggling, "Remind me on Monday that you have a detention BAHAHHAHAHA."
The roaring giggle fit sent Thierry from his place of solid ground to stumble over backwards into the Grand Torino and falling over the right side mirror snapping it clear off.
"Oops..." He'd giggle unashamed and ignorant of what he'd just done.
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Post by knightmare13 on May 12, 2010 21:23:26 GMT -5
I shook my head as the principal fell on his ass and giggled like a child hearing poop. "Sir, I don't go to your school." I said, 'Maybe Douglas Brent does, but not Shane Knight' I walked closer to him and looked down at him, "You need a cab buddy?" I asked.
Honestly I didn't want to risk getting caught as Knightmare, but what scared me the most was being caught as Douglas, if people saw one face they could figure out the others then where would I be? I kneeled down to get a better look at the giggling principal and prayed to god that he was sober enough to at least tell me where his house his coherently.
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Post by Mr. Seran on May 12, 2010 22:47:54 GMT -5
"Sir, I don't go to your school."
Thierry would look up from his puddle seat nothing more than blurs at this point, not like he hadn't seen worse before. There was a time back in Bolivia when he was at one of those bars and he drank the water. That my friend was a fun weekend.
"You know disintary is a horrible place to be my friend."
*blahhh*
Out came a river of water from his mouth all over his new friends shoes. Followed swiftly by that same laughter that made his face turn red. He hadn't thrown up since high school when he'd gone out to parties. At least that meant he was on the way to getting sober.
"You need a cab buddy?"
"More likely a napkin, you have one on you?"
Another laugh, "Oh sorry bout your poodle.." He'd point again at the boy's shoes making sure he was seeing straight.
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Post by knightmare13 on May 12, 2010 22:55:20 GMT -5
"...Okay...." What could I say, I start anything with him he could start lookin' for the guy who fought with him. What could I do? "Hey buddy, how about we get you in my car and I'll take you back home." I held out my hand to the guy and waited for him to take it.
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Post by Mr. Seran on May 19, 2010 22:26:41 GMT -5
"Hey buddy, how about we get you in my car and I'll take you back home."
The note of concern in the young man's voice. Was it concern? Thierry was having trouble discerning it from a creepy ideal that the boy was trying to get something out of it, perhaps it was just the words spoken. 'lets get you in my car' was generally followed by something bad.
He'd been down that road once before as he lived in Panama, Several Resistance fighters had picked him up in a shitty van and that resulted in now sleep for a week, several beatings, and a mysterious virus that he needed constant hospital bed rest for a good month.
"Not even going to pay for dinner first?" He smirked up and the boy in a joking manner insinuating that he was just being nice to Thierry to have sex with him...
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Post by knightmare13 on May 22, 2010 23:45:51 GMT -5
I shook my head at the joke the principal did. What could I honestly do at this point? He's drunk and I need to get ready for patrol tonight. "Sir, here." I said grabbing his arm and tried to lift him off of the ground.
Why is it one of those nights?
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