Bart Allen (just_impulse) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-02-04 12:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | bart allen, veronica mars |
Who: Bart Allen and Veronica Mars
What: A meeting
When: Morning, around 10
Where: Some sidewalk
The cell was in his hand, but currently he had a strange desire to hurl it to the ground and stomp on it… But, then again, that would be just a little bit childish and people might stare and gawk and wonder if he needed anger management classes (which he wasn’t in need of, thank you very much).
Otherwise he would have done it, just to be a childish, ‘I must always get my way’ sort of brat, which many people found annoying, respectively. You couldn’t blame him for wanting to throw things and whine about how he wasn’t a little kid though, because having Oliver Queen barking off ‘what to do and what not to do’ speeches could really get the nerves running in a not so good way.
It was making him cranky, and most people didn’t like being around Bart when he was cranky. He could really clear out a room that way… Sometimes it was useful.
He was walking slowly and deliberately running his fingers across a nearby wall, while trying to listen and pretend to understand with every ounce of strength that he had in him. It wasn’t really working out as well as he would have liked, and he knew that Oliver could just imagine him rolling his eyes and silently mocking his every word, like the inconsiderate pest that he could sometimes be on occasion.
His head was down, his eyes on the ground and indeed, rolling every so often. “Is that all? Or are we gonna have this conversation for another decade or so. Cause I gotta tell you, I can feel myself getting old here.” The reply made him happy, it made him give an over zealous sigh of relief before finally, he lowered the cell, only to feel that great, unexpected feeling of somebody nearly running into him. Some teenage boy with glazed eyes, a strung out expression.
Bart was standing over him; the kid had fallen to the ground with a grunt of surprise. He wasn’t too happy and sneered without offering a hand. The kid got up shakily, took of in the other direction without saying a word.
“I guess manners have gone extinct!” He was yelling after him now, a woman walking a dog turned to stare, offered a grin that she tried to hide. He ignored her.
This day was starting to suck.