Pyro (controlledburn) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-04-11 14:45:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Who: Sam and Josie
Where: School
When: During a schoolday
What: Sam making "friends"
Rating: PG-13 (He likes to swear and cause trouble)
Status: In progress
Samuel Elijah Young, a troubled young man by any stretch of the imagination, but also the most aggressive standoffish teenager you could ever hope to meet. Not that he seemed to care. In fact he did everything he could to convince the world that he just didn’t care and he didn’t for the most part.
Currently he was perched on the school’s bleachers, overseeing the latest excuse for team sports he’d seen in a while. He couldn’t help but wonder why the school even bothered having a football team considering all they did was get beat.
He exhaled a mouthful of smoke and shifted until he was sat forward, sharp eyes on the field. “You know I’ve seen girls hit harder than that,” he yelled to the football players as they practised tackles. Glares were cut in his direction, but this didn’t seem to dissuade him. “I mean, come on, at least look like you’re trying to do something other than feel each other up.”
“You’re so dead, Young!”
Sam snorted and took a languid drag on his cigarette, lifting his chin to meet the gaze of the player that had just threatened him. “Yeah?” He held up a hand, a very steady hand. “You see this? This is me shaking.”
“Asshole!”
Sam rolled his eyes and sat back into the bleachers, simply flipping them the bird.