SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

Tazenhani · 10-03-2010, 06:51 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Super Spaz

Dylan looked up from his feet as he spotted someone else's feet ahead of him. He didn't want to bump into them. His eyes widened. Before he had time to think his hand was out of his pocket and was heading towards Sabel's face. This kid had manhandled Lexi. Noone manhandles Lexi. He had promised himself that he would never punch anyone again. But this was deserved.

Though he probably should've asked the kid's side of the story first. Oh well. Hit first ask later.

There was something nice about not looking up. It was a solitude sort of thing, where if you didn't see people they didn't really exist. Only the shoes told one which way to side step and when to. Of course, looking up may have prevented a certain run in with what felt like a wall.

One moment he had registered a pair of shoes directly in his path, and unsure which way they were going to go, had been in the process of looking up. The next, he was on his side on the floor, his palms stinging from how hard they had smacked against the stone and his vision blurry from the fist that had cracked him right in the eye. Pain started at his cheekbone and began to trail up to his temple, but it was of little concern compared to the one that had actually hit him.

A light touch to the pain in his cheekbone had him wincing at the split skin there, and his eyes darting (as well as they could) up to his assailant. Denver. He really should have known.

10-03-2010, 06:51 PM	#59 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by Super Spaz Dylan looked up from his feet as he spotted someone else's feet ahead of him. He didn't want to bump into them. His eyes widened. Before he had time to think his hand was out of his pocket and was heading towards Sabel's face. This kid had manhandled Lexi. Noone manhandles Lexi. He had promised himself that he would never punch anyone again. But this was deserved. Though he probably should've asked the kid's side of the story first. Oh well. Hit first ask later. There was something nice about not looking up. It was a solitude sort of thing, where if you didn't see people they didn't really exist. Only the shoes told one which way to side step and when to. Of course, looking up may have prevented a certain run in with what felt like a wall. One moment he had registered a pair of shoes directly in his path, and unsure which way they were going to go, had been in the process of looking up. The next, he was on his side on the floor, his palms stinging from how hard they had smacked against the stone and his vision blurry from the fist that had cracked him right in the eye. Pain started at his cheekbone and began to trail up to his temple, but it was of little concern compared to the one that had actually hit him. A light touch to the pain in his cheekbone had him wincing at the split skin there, and his eyes darting (as well as they could) up to his assailant. Denver. He really should have known. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.