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09/27/AC 197 [ interaction ]
this day, i awoke unenthusiastic as ever. seemingly my life had returned to its original course, and i was suffering an acute pang of dissatisfaction because of this. my walk to school, i was trying my best to abstain from such feelings. but the truth was painstakingly obvious everywhere i turned, if not because of that, simply because i was alone. my mind drifted, my precision was reducing with each absent step, my books and binder lethargically cradled close to my side. swaying slightly with each footfall. perhaps, more than half complete in my transit, an ungodly screech of tires came from the direct right side of me, followed by a subtle gust of air, as the huge mass of an automobile halted to an unplanned stop. the lack luster bumper inches from my thigh. i felt the lids of my eyes recede, relieving the normally unseen whites. i tried to conceal the sudden flood of shock with a cold glare at my almost assailant, but as my sight homed in on the driver, i realized i was familiar with this person.
not only duo had suddenly entered my life, he nearly took it by operating that dented machine with the same amount of speed. i leered at him longer than it was necessary. he recoiled deeper into the seat, hands still firmly clenching the steering wheel. i continued my path, thoughts and accusations heighten on the remainder of my way to school, as did my caution. it was obvious duo was sent here, it all seemed too convenient for him. maybe his intentions were to kill me, and with his guile, he would seemingly use that car to accidentally enable my death. of course ... i am still alive and with my emotions beside, why did he act so particular before?
i arrived to class before him, assuming today he would show up. he did. he and the teacher exchanged words, that man ... what are his intentions? i know i have had to endure his numerous confrontations since i arrived. he does not bestow them on the other students, maybe he can weed out the mentally deranged. my attempts to pay an unnoticeable amount of attention to duo, were in vain. i studied him as he walked across the front of the classroom. having to will myself not to angle my head to further view at him. he had taken the same seat as before. but this time he hadn't attempted to converse with me. the instructor began to introduce our next project, a research paper. subject: operation meteor, and the shift of power between united earth sphere alliance and oz. this should be interesting ... i looked at duo to see if his reaction matched my own, in any form. he seemed unresponsive, adrift in his own world.
the instructor added that this is a group assignment, two people were the minimal in a group. people instantaneously stood up and shuffled about, producing their desired unions. duo and i remained idle. i believe he noticed we havd not even attempted movement, and in our despite, asked, "is there anyone who does not have a partner?" duo's hand and my hand simultaneously crept up in the air. and appeased very much with himself, "problem solved," spoken with a wry smile. i cannot really justified my next actions, or why i felt the sudden urge to go forth with them.
"i do not feel comfortable being paired up with someone, who nearly ran me over with their vehicle." i uttered, barely touching upon the intended jest. i doubt if he knew i was attempting to make joke, the reaction would have differed.
"well maybe if you were watching were you were going" he quickly defended himself.
"well maybe if you did not have that mop of hair obstructing your view." i calmly stated, emphasizing the the words: well maybe if. he stood over me, amidst class, rattling off his defense, accusations, and a conclusion. i stared up at him, mockingly wide eyed, as if i was actually weighing and considering his words ... i suppose bantering is not something to attempt.
i did not see him at lunch, so i resorted to retiring to the library. though i saw him again, at the end of school, leaving for home. with a smirk plastered upon his lips he inquired if i would like a ride. my reply was not an answer, rather a false questioning that he was actually permitted to drive. i doubt he was fully committed to his words, especially judging from his reaction when i proceeded to get into the car. the air was tense in that confined space with him, i blurted out some remark belittling his choice of music. i was trying too hard ... though i doubt he would act so kindly to bach, beethoven, or orff. he drove like he had a death wish, i bitterly mused perhaps it was mine. but i do believe the smarter choice was to be in the metal cage, then having it plow you over.
he reached my apartment complex with ease, making me wonder if perhaps he truly had been there only once before. when i got out of the car, and shut the door, i heard an echo or seemingly so. just as when i walked up the stairs, another pair of feet shadowed my own. i wonder why he so willing put himself into yet another awkward situation. i sat in the lone chair, next to the computer desk, and he perched himself upon the kitchen counter top. when the superficial conversation burnt out, he began to rhythmically pound his heels into the wooden panel. i diverted all of my attention solely upon him. a few moments after he became aware, he inquired, "is that bothering you?" smiling. i offered no response, just continued my fixated stare. he hunched over slightly, then began pounding his heels at an even faster rate this time with absolutely no constant pattern. when finished with his ballad, he looked up again, greeted by my eyes, i repressed a smile.
he stayed awhile longer, i had to completely go over the assignment with him. apparently he was not paying attention, as i predicted. he only knew we are partners. his response to the subject was unexpected, in fact he seemed more bored by it. saying somewhere along the lines, just because i fought in a war, doesn't mean i understood it. lingering on a few syllables. he left soon afterwards.
commence. [ 11:32 p.m. ]
09/27/AC 197 [ interaction ]
this day, i awoke unenthusiastic as ever. seemingly my life had returned to its original course, and i was suffering an acute pang of dissatisfaction because of this. my walk to school, i was trying my best to abstain from such feelings. but the truth was painstakingly obvious everywhere i turned, if not because of that, simply because i was alone. my mind drifted, my precision was reducing with each absent step, my books and binder lethargically cradled close to my side. swaying slightly with each footfall. perhaps, more than half complete in my transit, an ungodly screech of tires came from the direct right side of me, followed by a subtle gust of air, as the huge mass of an automobile halted to an unplanned stop. the lack luster bumper inches from my thigh. i felt the lids of my eyes recede, relieving the normally unseen whites. i tried to conceal the sudden flood of shock with a cold glare at my almost assailant, but as my sight homed in on the driver, i realized i was familiar with this person.
not only duo had suddenly entered my life, he nearly took it by operating that dented machine with the same amount of speed. i leered at him longer than it was necessary. he recoiled deeper into the seat, hands still firmly clenching the steering wheel. i continued my path, thoughts and accusations heighten on the remainder of my way to school, as did my caution. it was obvious duo was sent here, it all seemed too convenient for him. maybe his intentions were to kill me, and with his guile, he would seemingly use that car to accidentally enable my death. of course ... i am still alive and with my emotions beside, why did he act so particular before?
i arrived to class before him, assuming today he would show up. he did. he and the teacher exchanged words, that man ... what are his intentions? i know i have had to endure his numerous confrontations since i arrived. he does not bestow them on the other students, maybe he can weed out the mentally deranged. my attempts to pay an unnoticeable amount of attention to duo, were in vain. i studied him as he walked across the front of the classroom. having to will myself not to angle my head to further view at him. he had taken the same seat as before. but this time he hadn't attempted to converse with me. the instructor began to introduce our next project, a research paper. subject: operation meteor, and the shift of power between united earth sphere alliance and oz. this should be interesting ... i looked at duo to see if his reaction matched my own, in any form. he seemed unresponsive, adrift in his own world.
the instructor added that this is a group assignment, two people were the minimal in a group. people instantaneously stood up and shuffled about, producing their desired unions. duo and i remained idle. i believe he noticed we havd not even attempted movement, and in our despite, asked, "is there anyone who does not have a partner?" duo's hand and my hand simultaneously crept up in the air. and appeased very much with himself, "problem solved," spoken with a wry smile. i cannot really justified my next actions, or why i felt the sudden urge to go forth with them.
"i do not feel comfortable being paired up with someone, who nearly ran me over with their vehicle." i uttered, barely touching upon the intended jest. i doubt if he knew i was attempting to make joke, the reaction would have differed.
"well maybe if you were watching were you were going" he quickly defended himself.
"well maybe if you did not have that mop of hair obstructing your view." i calmly stated, emphasizing the the words: well maybe if. he stood over me, amidst class, rattling off his defense, accusations, and a conclusion. i stared up at him, mockingly wide eyed, as if i was actually weighing and considering his words ... i suppose bantering is not something to attempt.
i did not see him at lunch, so i resorted to retiring to the library. though i saw him again, at the end of school, leaving for home. with a smirk plastered upon his lips he inquired if i would like a ride. my reply was not an answer, rather a false questioning that he was actually permitted to drive. i doubt he was fully committed to his words, especially judging from his reaction when i proceeded to get into the car. the air was tense in that confined space with him, i blurted out some remark belittling his choice of music. i was trying too hard ... though i doubt he would act so kindly to bach, beethoven, or orff. he drove like he had a death wish, i bitterly mused perhaps it was mine. but i do believe the smarter choice was to be in the metal cage, then having it plow you over.
he reached my apartment complex with ease, making me wonder if perhaps he truly had been there only once before. when i got out of the car, and shut the door, i heard an echo or seemingly so. just as when i walked up the stairs, another pair of feet shadowed my own. i wonder why he so willing put himself into yet another awkward situation. i sat in the lone chair, next to the computer desk, and he perched himself upon the kitchen counter top. when the superficial conversation burnt out, he began to rhythmically pound his heels into the wooden panel. i diverted all of my attention solely upon him. a few moments after he became aware, he inquired, "is that bothering you?" smiling. i offered no response, just continued my fixated stare. he hunched over slightly, then began pounding his heels at an even faster rate this time with absolutely no constant pattern. when finished with his ballad, he looked up again, greeted by my eyes, i repressed a smile.
he stayed awhile longer, i had to completely go over the assignment with him. apparently he was not paying attention, as i predicted. he only knew we are partners. his response to the subject was unexpected, in fact he seemed more bored by it. saying somewhere along the lines, just because i fought in a war, doesn't mean i understood it. lingering on a few syllables. he left soon afterwards.
commence. [ 11:32 p.m. ]