Post by Ziggy James Anderson on Oct 21, 2013 5:12:08 GMT
Ziggy shifted the weight of the bag on his right shoulder as he walked down the hallway at Midnight Harbour's high school. It was his first day back since being suspended the entire first part of the year, he'd got into a pretty bad brawl the year before that had resulted in one kid being hospitalized, though Ziggy had gotten the crap kicked out of himself as well. It had even been in self defense, but Ziggy had a knife on him that he'd pulled and stuck into his attacker's thigh, thankfully he didn't see any criminal charges, just suspension from school. So now he was back, and he imagined for some it would seem like he was a new kid, he'd barely been at the school even when he was here to begin with.
His eyes were slightly bloodshot, hooded and sank, obvious that he was completely blazed at that moment. He'd ordered some medicinal grade from an old friend on the west coast and had received it the night before and it was the absolute cream of the marijuana crop. He reached up and fixed the black beanie that held his shaggy black hair in place, adjusting his white Zoo-York hoody in the process, he had to keep on long sleeved clothing because the school administrators found his tattoos "distracting to his peers" or some bullshit.
Suddenly he felt a slam into his left shoulder that shook him a couple of steps. Immediately his eyes lasered onto the target, some dumbass jock bitch had intentionally shoulder checked him. "Watch where you're going 'homeboy'..." The prick sneered as he began to walk past. Ziggy immediately saw red as he could feel his buzz dissappearing completely, he hated stuck up little bitches like this kid.
As quickly as he could he kicked his right leg into the back of the left knee of the jock and as he stumbled, Ziggy put all of his weight into shoving the douchebag forward to spill right onto his face in the middle of the hallway infront of everyone. Immediately he was on his feet, red faced and steaming, with his two equally large jock buddies in tow, but the damage was already done, laughter ripped through the hallways and Ziggy couldn't help but smirk a little bit, until the jock and his minions approached Ziggy, easily standing six feet taller than he.
"You ready to die, punk?" The kid spat, a vein popping out in his forehead as he tried to stare down and intimidate Ziggy. Ziggy just looked back with a look of indifference, the smirk forming its way onto his face once again. "It's not my fault you haven't developed the ability to walk and breathe at the same time properly, must not have got enough tit as a baby, tell ya what, tonight when I'm with her I'll make sure to have a sit down conversation about your mental development..." He said, already knowing as he spoke that the kid was pulling back his fist for a punch that was almost for sure going to ruin Ziggy's face. He did have a tendency for getting himself in trouble, and this was one of those situations that he'd just kind of walked right into.
He braced himself for the impact, knowing it wasn't going to be pleasant.
His eyes were slightly bloodshot, hooded and sank, obvious that he was completely blazed at that moment. He'd ordered some medicinal grade from an old friend on the west coast and had received it the night before and it was the absolute cream of the marijuana crop. He reached up and fixed the black beanie that held his shaggy black hair in place, adjusting his white Zoo-York hoody in the process, he had to keep on long sleeved clothing because the school administrators found his tattoos "distracting to his peers" or some bullshit.
Suddenly he felt a slam into his left shoulder that shook him a couple of steps. Immediately his eyes lasered onto the target, some dumbass jock bitch had intentionally shoulder checked him. "Watch where you're going 'homeboy'..." The prick sneered as he began to walk past. Ziggy immediately saw red as he could feel his buzz dissappearing completely, he hated stuck up little bitches like this kid.
As quickly as he could he kicked his right leg into the back of the left knee of the jock and as he stumbled, Ziggy put all of his weight into shoving the douchebag forward to spill right onto his face in the middle of the hallway infront of everyone. Immediately he was on his feet, red faced and steaming, with his two equally large jock buddies in tow, but the damage was already done, laughter ripped through the hallways and Ziggy couldn't help but smirk a little bit, until the jock and his minions approached Ziggy, easily standing six feet taller than he.
"You ready to die, punk?" The kid spat, a vein popping out in his forehead as he tried to stare down and intimidate Ziggy. Ziggy just looked back with a look of indifference, the smirk forming its way onto his face once again. "It's not my fault you haven't developed the ability to walk and breathe at the same time properly, must not have got enough tit as a baby, tell ya what, tonight when I'm with her I'll make sure to have a sit down conversation about your mental development..." He said, already knowing as he spoke that the kid was pulling back his fist for a punch that was almost for sure going to ruin Ziggy's face. He did have a tendency for getting himself in trouble, and this was one of those situations that he'd just kind of walked right into.
He braced himself for the impact, knowing it wasn't going to be pleasant.
