Post by piru on Jul 13, 2009 16:28:10 GMT -5
It was quiet now.
Makke was staggering through the park, bleeding from the nose and the mouth. He didn't really care anymore though, he just wanted to find somewhere safe to sleep, perhaps have a few cigarettes and a drink to calm everything down. He scratched his head feeling confused.
He'd been in the park most of the day, it had been sunny out and he had been sitting under a tree when they had attacked him. The park was full of ruthless kids just looking for a fight, and Makke was one of their favorite victims. He could have chosen to stay out of the park, but he wasn't gonna let fear stop him. The place was swarming with police, but they didn't do any good, they were just out to bother people just like the Lost Boys as the kids who hung out here called themselves. Makke thought it was ridiculous, a stupid fairytale and he hated their guts.
He stopped in the middle of the path to catch his breath. He wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand. it was everywhere, in his hair aswell and he hated it. He was extremely vain and he was sure this wasn't exactly flattering. He sighed. He had to find a bathroom somewhere so that he wash some of it off. It was dark now and he was disoriented. He began moving again.
He pulled out a little bottle of vodka from his innerpocket. He always had something with him, just in case. He took a sip and soon felt a little better, it took some of the pain anyway.
He had explained to them that he only tried to hold her hand and nothing else, but they didn't believe him. "You're so full of it, Blondie! If you ever touch my sister again, I'm gonna kill you!" Tucker had screamed at him. In the end he just lay on the ground while he beat them up, they were five or six, he stood no chance, and he knew it.
But it was true, he did try to hold her hand, but she wouldn't let him. she was just playing around with him. Her name was Tinkerbell and she popped into his life from time to time. None of the kids in the lost boys gang were related but they called eachother family and Tinkerbell was they littlesister. He had no idea what her real name was, but but was probably really boring.
Makke took another sip from his vodka and began to look for a place to sleep.
Makke was staggering through the park, bleeding from the nose and the mouth. He didn't really care anymore though, he just wanted to find somewhere safe to sleep, perhaps have a few cigarettes and a drink to calm everything down. He scratched his head feeling confused.
He'd been in the park most of the day, it had been sunny out and he had been sitting under a tree when they had attacked him. The park was full of ruthless kids just looking for a fight, and Makke was one of their favorite victims. He could have chosen to stay out of the park, but he wasn't gonna let fear stop him. The place was swarming with police, but they didn't do any good, they were just out to bother people just like the Lost Boys as the kids who hung out here called themselves. Makke thought it was ridiculous, a stupid fairytale and he hated their guts.
He stopped in the middle of the path to catch his breath. He wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand. it was everywhere, in his hair aswell and he hated it. He was extremely vain and he was sure this wasn't exactly flattering. He sighed. He had to find a bathroom somewhere so that he wash some of it off. It was dark now and he was disoriented. He began moving again.
He pulled out a little bottle of vodka from his innerpocket. He always had something with him, just in case. He took a sip and soon felt a little better, it took some of the pain anyway.
He had explained to them that he only tried to hold her hand and nothing else, but they didn't believe him. "You're so full of it, Blondie! If you ever touch my sister again, I'm gonna kill you!" Tucker had screamed at him. In the end he just lay on the ground while he beat them up, they were five or six, he stood no chance, and he knew it.
But it was true, he did try to hold her hand, but she wouldn't let him. she was just playing around with him. Her name was Tinkerbell and she popped into his life from time to time. None of the kids in the lost boys gang were related but they called eachother family and Tinkerbell was they littlesister. He had no idea what her real name was, but but was probably really boring.
Makke took another sip from his vodka and began to look for a place to sleep.
