Brave
Junior Member
Gene's lips pursed, his chapped lips splitting down the middle slightly. He responded to pain and to anger more than anything else. It's all he's known, and when face to face with any other emotion he clammed up. And the Shelton name was never known to be on good terms with authority. As a child he had many a run in with cops, a relationship that began with a little flirting with the law and ended with being thrown in the drunk tank every so often for stealing a bit of food, for fights, or on some occasions sleeping out doors when the need arose.
The Cajun was never good at taking direction either. He did things on his own terms and on his own terms. If he felt that it was his right to sit on the sidewalk on the sunniest corner in town and smoke a pack until the sun set, then it was in his right. In fact, if he felt it was in his best interest to listen to the adorable fumbling and stuttering of one Merriell Leydon, then that was what he would do.
What good had authority ever done him anyway? A father who beat him and ignored him while an eleven year old Eugene tried to make enough money for rent. Police officers who horded the food and clean water for themselves during the worst catastrophe ever in New Orlean's history while others died. Who was he to listen to the likes of others who knew nothing but selfishness and greed. Power hunger can be worse than actual hunger.
Michalak's beady eyes narrowed at Gene's wide challenging ones. "I'm letting you of with a warning Shelton, don't make me regret it." She hissed before stalking away to act as a vulture to another unsuspecting group.
The thin teen's arms came to wrap around his legs in an effort to create a physical shield from himself an the world, his nostrils flared as his breathing became ragged as he tried to keep his anger in check. "I say what I want. I do what I want, and that's it." He mumbled as a spidery hand rubbed at his abused lips.
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"That was thrilling. I've never gotten in trouble like that in my whole entire life." Merriell breathed as he placed a hand on his stuttering heart. It made him feel on top of the world. Strong enough to run the halls of school. 'Was this how Gene felt on a daily basis? How did he not keel over from the racing heart his actions brought along?' He thought as he smiled down into his lap, a hint of teeth appearing as fought to keep a giggle down.
He could only recall feeling this way twice. Once when he was very young and his grandfather had snuck him out late one night and took him to a drive in movie. It was the craziest thing he had ever done. The other was shortly after his grandfather died. He snuck out early one morning and just sat himself in the cold rain winter produced in Alabama, the closest he would ever get to snow, and just allowed himself to feel. Being close to death, he always had to make sure never to get sick. A simple cold could be his end, but it didn't matter. He was once more alone in the world. He couldn't bear the thought of spending his last years stuck in some never ending loop of the same four walls until he took his last breath. He welcomed the cold. Merriell's mother found him a few minutes later, yelling and screaming. It would have been nice to die on his own terms, by his own choice, and yet here he was. He was glad God found it in himself to spare him so he could experience this feeling once more.
The Cajun was never good at taking direction either. He did things on his own terms and on his own terms. If he felt that it was his right to sit on the sidewalk on the sunniest corner in town and smoke a pack until the sun set, then it was in his right. In fact, if he felt it was in his best interest to listen to the adorable fumbling and stuttering of one Merriell Leydon, then that was what he would do.
What good had authority ever done him anyway? A father who beat him and ignored him while an eleven year old Eugene tried to make enough money for rent. Police officers who horded the food and clean water for themselves during the worst catastrophe ever in New Orlean's history while others died. Who was he to listen to the likes of others who knew nothing but selfishness and greed. Power hunger can be worse than actual hunger.
Michalak's beady eyes narrowed at Gene's wide challenging ones. "I'm letting you of with a warning Shelton, don't make me regret it." She hissed before stalking away to act as a vulture to another unsuspecting group.
The thin teen's arms came to wrap around his legs in an effort to create a physical shield from himself an the world, his nostrils flared as his breathing became ragged as he tried to keep his anger in check. "I say what I want. I do what I want, and that's it." He mumbled as a spidery hand rubbed at his abused lips.
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"That was thrilling. I've never gotten in trouble like that in my whole entire life." Merriell breathed as he placed a hand on his stuttering heart. It made him feel on top of the world. Strong enough to run the halls of school. 'Was this how Gene felt on a daily basis? How did he not keel over from the racing heart his actions brought along?' He thought as he smiled down into his lap, a hint of teeth appearing as fought to keep a giggle down.
He could only recall feeling this way twice. Once when he was very young and his grandfather had snuck him out late one night and took him to a drive in movie. It was the craziest thing he had ever done. The other was shortly after his grandfather died. He snuck out early one morning and just sat himself in the cold rain winter produced in Alabama, the closest he would ever get to snow, and just allowed himself to feel. Being close to death, he always had to make sure never to get sick. A simple cold could be his end, but it didn't matter. He was once more alone in the world. He couldn't bear the thought of spending his last years stuck in some never ending loop of the same four walls until he took his last breath. He welcomed the cold. Merriell's mother found him a few minutes later, yelling and screaming. It would have been nice to die on his own terms, by his own choice, and yet here he was. He was glad God found it in himself to spare him so he could experience this feeling once more.