Panda Malone
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Post by Panda Malone on Sept 23, 2012 22:38:31 GMT -6
School’s out, school’s out, so what do you do? You get lost and end up jogging up and down the many paths of where ever the hell Panda was. Not that he was terribly bothered with the fact he still couldn’t navigate this place and ended up lost; mainly because he liked jogging. So, really, this was just a pleasant distraction. Because jogging allowed for lots and lots of thinking, without anyone disturbing you. Because why would anyone disturb a jogger? Well… actually… Panda’s mind began to list plenty of reasons a person could want to disturb a jogger, though there was no one here at the moment so he didn’t need to worry about any of that. Jogging was a lot better than running, but he liked running too… Though, with jogging it was easier to think, breathe, and observe. Like, while jogging at a nice pace he could look down at the old white shirt he’d borrow from his father… it wasn’t really white anymore; it was pretty dirty. And he could see the rips and tatters in the dark jeans he was wearing. He could see how worn his sneakers were and he could see the little pebbles and cracks in the path. He couldn’t see all those things if he was running, now could he? He wondered if people in the Olympics could be observant when they were sprinting… they seemed to just go so… fast. How could anyone see while going so fast? Surely it was all a blur. So… what if something happened? Did that sort of put them in a kind of danger while they were running that fast? He wasn’t really sure why he was thinking of these things; he wasn’t planning on being in the Olympics ever. It didn’t apply to him, and he could never run near as fast, so why waste the time on it? Though, such things could be said about a lot of his thoughts, couldn’t they?
It was kind of eerie how no one seemed to be around… or maybe he couldn’t see them. Maybe he wasn’t as observant as he’d thought when jogging. There could be people everywhere and he could just not see them! That would be pretty weird, actually. How long had he been jogging for now? Couldn’t have been too long. Had he gone in a circle yet? It was hard to tell when he went random directions when new paths came up, plus he wasn’t even really paying attention to which way he went. He could have gone in a circle or he could be nowhere near where he started. But at least he was still on a path; that was something. ’You… are an idiot.’ He remembered a time when that would cause him to come to a complete halt, but now he just continued on. Not now, I’m busy jogging. He could just see in his mind as that other version of himself rolled his eyes and maintained a condescending smirk. He didn’t need any of that right now; as previously stated, he was jogging. And jogging meant no bad things were to be taken. Though, really, he could only jog for so much longer before he got hungry or tired or thirsty or lost or was just late for something. Well, scratch lost off there; he was already lost. But the others things, oh the other things… would still apply even if he stopped because he was lost. Now this was becoming a bit of a problem. And the only solution that came to mind? Keep on jogging.
Maybe someone would see him jogging around aimlessly and realize he couldn’t figure out which way he was supposed to go. Or maybe someone would see him jogging aimlessly, think he was insane, and call some authority of one kind or another. Either one was good, really. Well… not good but, you know… helpful? Kind of? Maybe just a little? ’No.’
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kiba sanmaru
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Post by kiba sanmaru on Sept 24, 2012 4:09:11 GMT -6
| [atrb=width, 50%][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=align, center, btable][atrb=style, background: #36393b; padding: 20px 20px 0 20px; border-bottom: 10px solid #45484b;] | [atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;][classy=posting]Kiba narrowed his eyes at the paths in front of him. Which would be better? If he went left he'd end up on the corner of just outside the town... but that would take forever and he'd have to walk all the way back into town to get home. If he went right, then he'd end up behind the school; and the idea of going straight was out of the question. While going to where the water ends was normally a frequently used tactic, he didn't feel like getting anywhere near any water. Drowning didn't sound like a good idea. He glared at the straight path, seeming to wish it it's inevitable doom.
What broke him from his thoughts was a four legged white creature beating the ground with it's four paws. He smiled while looking at his best friend as of late return with the tennis ball he had thrown - though it now looked more like a pile of who knew what. The jaws of the White German Shepherd had torn the tennis ball to shreds in seconds, just with a few tosses in it's muzzle. Kiba took the shredded 'tennis ball' and waved it around in the air a bit to tease his four legged friend. The dog simply wagged it's tail rapidly, hoping that it's owner would throw it soon enough. Kiba saw it's impatience in it's eyes; they had a lot more in common than he thought. Leaning back and preparing himself, he planted his right foot and lunged the ball into the air slamming his left foot down into the ground. The white shepherd took off running for the ball again.
Kiba smiled at the way his pup started to run. Only a year old, not even full grown, and she already came up above Kiba's hip a bit. Kiba being about six foot three made that a big deal. She was by no means the runt of her breed, or her litter, and that made Kiba smile. Big dogs were his favorite and dogs that looked like wolves were his other favorite.
Something was making noise.
Kiba's eyes darted toward whatever it was and when he heard footsteps, he arched a brow.
Rival gangs out in the woods? Not likely. Jogger? Highly likely.
His thoughts tore through his head quickly as he moved a bit off the path and sat down on a near by stump. He heaved a sigh while sitting down and smiling at the thought of another person. Kiba, above all, was a socialite. He fed off of other people and being around them. Hanging out with friends was his main pass time; though as of recent, it hurt to be around the people he really wanted to hang out with because they were all hurting just as much as he was.
With thoughts of his sister running through his head and all the fun they would have together, Kiba looked down at the water bottle he had grabbed to take a drink out of. Instead of getting a drink, and due to how immersed in his thoughts he was, he just started to fiddle with the cap. He popped it open, and then clicked it shut. Pop, and click. Pop, and then a click. This continued for a good while, and more than likely would until he heard the paws beating the ground again. A smaile came across his face as he looked up. He need not dwell on things.
"Heey hey."
He called to the dog, of whom was wagging her tail ferociously. The tennis ball was nothing but some cloth and plastic. He laughed and turned to get into his bag. As he did, her snout followed his hands and started to sniff the bag, tail wagging.
"Alright, look, hey, hang on. I've got another one but your big fat head is in the way. Rajah, move."
His complaints were in vain as a toy fell out of his bag and she grabbed it, violently shaking her head and the toy around like it was some sort of live animal she was trying to kill. He grabbed the end of it and tugged and pulled, but to no avail. She took it and laid down, commencing it's doom of being torn apart piece by ever so fragile piece.
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Panda Malone
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Post by Panda Malone on Sept 24, 2012 18:44:31 GMT -6
Running, running, just keep running, running, running -OH! A pretty rock-..aww... I passed the rock. 'Sometimes I get the feeling you act like that on purpose.' Maybe just a little. Panda was happy he could argue with himself in his head, because then no one would know about it. Unlike the times the two of them argued out loud and people looked at him like he was insane... which he kind of was, actually. But it still wasn't a nice feeling to be looked at like you were insane. Because it was a rude and insulting stare. And rude and insulting... was... rude and insulting. 'Your face is rude and insulting...' You're just restless right now, huh? 'Well you're being an idiot and you're lost... so, yeah. Give the reigns to someone who has a sense of direction.' Let me think abou- No. Sometimes he wondered what it was like to not have someone in your head nagging you all the time. That's what he called it. Nagging. Even though he was a bloodthirsty jerk, it was just nagging. Really all it could be until he was actually angry.
And so still jogging aimlessly with his speed rapidly decreasing until he was pretty sure it would be better for him to walk, Panda noticed something off in the distance. A person. Well, two somethings. There was a dog too. So at least people weren't invisible to him; one theory to check off the list. But what was he to do? Ask for directions? That'd be kind of embarrassing. Besides, his father never asked for directions. Not once. He didn't even read directions from the boxes. What a rebel. But directions were for people who were "incapable" or something like that. And, he also didn't know this person. They could be mean. What if they were mean? Things would end bad. 'Swallow your pride and go over there.' No, you'll be mean. 'Nooooo, really?' Panda frowned, unsure of what to do. And he only had five years to figure out as he was going .00000000000000000000001 miles per hour! Was he still moving? He glanced down to make sure; yes, yes he was.
'Could you go any slower?' Could you complain any more? 'No but I could make you punch yourself in the face.' Eh? Could he do that? He'd never done so before, but I guess they did share the same face... so why would he? With a sigh, he picked up the pace a bit so he could reach the person with the dog sooner, because he was getting tired of Mr. Grumpy Pants' nagging. Not that it ever went away, but if he could just do something to make him shut up a moment... that'd be nice. So with his faster but still slow pace, he finally managed his way to where the person was, though he stayed on the path. "Hey! Hey-uhh... Hey. Uhhh... do you know which way is... not... here? Well not... I mean... Uh. Hi." 'For the love of God just let me do the talking' No, shut up. I got this. Panda blinked a couple of times with a blank expression, trying to figure out where he was headed exactly. But he wasn't really sure... he was just looking for... not here. And to anyone else that would be... anywhere. "Uhhhh... Not here... as in like... where... Like.... Hold on man, I got this.... Like... Streets! Where streets and cars and people are! Not here!"
'Your existence makes me vomit.' Hey, I did good. 'For a brain damaged squirrel, sure.' Squirrels can't talk... Panda shrugged and began scratching the back of his head as he looked down at himself again. Still in filthy, torn, worn out clothes. He didn't look at all like he belonged here. He was certain he didn't belong here anyway. He looked like he belonged... where did he look like he belonged? At home, with his mother and father and their dirty and worn clothing. Maybe in a box. No, not that bad... was it? Maybe if he smelled a little worse...
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kiba sanmaru
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Post by kiba sanmaru on Sept 25, 2012 4:18:09 GMT -6
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"Way to go. I just spent six bucks on that..."
Yes, he was complaining that his dog only had a total of five minutes of fun with that toy he had spent six dollars on. He leaned back and sighed laying with his head on the ground, his back touching nothing but air, his but and the bottom of his back bone were on the stump, and his feet never moved from being next to Rajah, his big scary dog.
"I could have bought a few double cheese burgers with that..."
Now the young man was letting his hunger get the best of his attitude. Not the best thing to do, but something to do other than watch the agony of that poor toy.
Before he could collect his thoughts any more, he heard footsteps getting a bit closer. He stared at the sky for a moment, a stern glare focusing in on the clouds.
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[/i] Sitting up, to protect his so called rep, he looked over toward the boy who seemed to be approaching rather slowly, and then suddenly he picked up the pace. What an odd boy. Didn't he know not to tire yourself out you have to keep a constant pace? That's why joggers pause and jog when street lights go red. Speaking of street lights, what was this Joker on about? Kiba raised an eye as the boy seemed to be trying to ask him something. When the question finally was spat out, Kiba just let out a soft laugh. "Town huh?"He leaned down and gave Rajah a pat, who had already looked up and over toward the boy but been kept in her place by means of Kiba's foot and leg pressing against her stomach to tell her to stay. As he patted her head, she turned back to the toy and it's fluffing and began to tare at it yet again. She was mocking him now, taring at the already mutilated toy on the ground and all it's fluff. "I know my way there. Telling you take a right at the fifteenth stump and a right at the big rock shaped like a peach would be kind of ridiculous, I can lead you out if you'd like."While explaining such, he leaned down and grabbed his back starting to pack up his water bottle. First though, he popped it open and took a drink. After his drink and clicking it shut, he decided maybe he should offer jogger boy a drink. Kiba then held up the water bottle toward the young boy's face. "Thirsty?"[/style][/td][/tr][/table][newclass=posting]font-family: 'tahoma', sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: #85888b; margin: 30px 30px 10px 30px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;[/newclass][newclass=posting b]color: #36393b;[/newclass][newclass=posting p]color: #b6b6b6; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic;[/newclass][newclass=posting a:link, .posting a:visited, .posting a:hover]text-decoration: underline; color: inherit; text-transform: lowercase;[/newclass] |
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Panda Malone
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Post by Panda Malone on Sept 26, 2012 19:34:05 GMT -6
He couldn’t help but notice, as he was asking and as he was being answered, that dog seemed to be… violently playing. It was mutilating whatever that toy had been, tearing at the small remains. Ouch… that has to hurt. It would suck to have a fate like that. Do ya figure on some alien planet there are giant dogs that attack people? Do ya? There wasn’t an answer though. Usually there was some kind of remark, but Panda guessed he’d just gone over the line or something. But he was pretty serious about that… that seemed really, really painful. “Could you really? That’d be great!” Panda said, rocking back and forth on his feet with a smile on his face. He looked down at the dog again, which he assumed belonged to the other boy, but glanced back up as a drink was offered.
Should I? I’m a little thirsty… but what about germs? Though I’ve probably got more than him… But I wouldn’t wanna get him sick with my germs! Besides, Dad says that you shouldn’t accept offers of food and drink ‘less you’re crawling on the floor breathin’ your last breath ‘cause you’re outta everythin’! But on the other hand… ‘Oh for the love of…’ “No.” his voice coming out colder than before, and realizing the word that had slipped out of him, he quickly added in his normal tone “Thank you, though!” But now that that was over, he looked at the dog again. “Is that your dog? I never had a pet, no room and no money. Seen some strays though, most of them were friendly… Ah! I forgot. Dad always says it’s rude to be a stranger. I’m Panda! Panda Malone.” He stuck out his hand for a handshake, but then he wondered if he should have. Maybe this guy didn’t like handshakes.
“So I guess you been here a while, huh? Since you know your way around so well? I’m not so good at figuring this place out, it confuses me a bunch. I know the slums like the back of my hand though! Could also tell you which garbage cans in Farlax have the most interesting things. Uh…” Panda coughed a bit, “I mean… That’s uh… I guess that’s kinda gross, huh? Sorry…” And back to being quiet. It never really occurred to him until it was too late that maybe sometimes… the things he did in his spare time were weird and gross. Like searching through garbage cans for stuff to build with… and wandering around the slums just to see how many names you could remember. And probably a few other things as well. He may hate rich kids, but it’d probably be in his best interest to not be gross and rude and get on all of their bad sides. Because a whole school versus one crazy kid… not looking so well.
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kiba sanmaru
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Post by kiba sanmaru on Sept 27, 2012 3:08:53 GMT -6
| [atrb=width, 50%][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=width, 400px, btable][atrb=align, center, btable][atrb=style, background: #36393b; padding: 20px 20px 0 20px; border-bottom: 10px solid #45484b;] | [atrb=style, background: #f6f6f6; border-bottom: 10px white solid;][classy=posting]This one kid, the crazy one -- or so it had seemed to Kiba at the time -- was starting to find a small place in Kiba's search for the curious. Much like the boy next to him, when Kiba's curiosity was peeked, he had to explore. Like Panda with the trash cans, Kiba was very fond of exploring things and people that brought a hint of a curious feeling to him. That hint of adventure and excitement just got the kid's blood boiling. He smiled up at the boy as he refused his water. He shrugged his shoulders and started to put it in his bag.
"Suit yourself~"
The fact that it had been a cold 'no' meant absolutely nothing to him. It didn't really matter. Yes, it was odd, but no, Kiba didn't look into it. Not past the fact that it was odd and he was now curious anyway. The way he had rocked back and forth on his feet a moment ago was odd too. What a crazy kid. Kiba liked it though, if he were to be honest.
Kiba then patted the head of the big white mass of ... dog. Violent dog. He had taught them to be violent but only when he wanted them to be. Rajah was the best dog in the world, and he'd brag that until the day he died. Not to mention, she listened well and obeyed every command without a single hesitation. He was confident that if she was told to fetch something off a cliff she'd do it knowing full well that her master would know there was something to catch her and break her fall.
"Yeah, she's mine."
Kiba then ruffled her fur a bit and looked back at the kid who was introducing himself. He took the hand that was held out, shook it, and let it go again.
"Sinmaru Kiba... That's rather Japanese of me though. Kiba's my first name."
The explanation of his name came with a few hand gestures because Kiba couldn't help but talk with his hands if explaining something. The animated young man then watched as his newly acquainted friend Panda started asking if he had been here a while and then started to explore the area of his own life about garbage jumping and slum hopping that suddenly seemed gross. That made Kiba laugh.
"I'm pretty aware of the slums and how they're wired as well. I know every inch of Farlax. Been here since I was a kid, and the streets are kinda my hobby."
He paused for a moment realizing that he was stepping a bit close to the fact that he was apart of a gang. He couldn't do that. He couldn't let this kid know that he was a part of a gang. The kid was obviously from the prep school, right? As a matter of fact, that was a good subject change. With eyes a bit wider than before -- due to his own awe at his realization -- he gave a smile and looked down at Panda.
"You from around here Mal?"
Yep, that's right. Calling the kid Panda made Kiba feel like he was some sort of animal, and the kid wasn't. So he'd give him a nickname... didn't hurt, right?
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Panda Malone
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Post by Panda Malone on Sept 29, 2012 15:31:18 GMT -6
“Kiba…” Panda repeated the name to make sure it was stored somewhere in his brain. Listening as Kiba dismissed the worry of him being too disgusting, Panda shrugged. “Oh, well that’s a relief. You know lots of people here think of me like a sewer rat. But anyway that’s neat, the streets are pretty interesting, as long as you don’t get unlucky; wrong place, wrong time. But as long as you have the smarts, you can get by. There’s a lot of good things to find out there… Ah, not like… not like drugs, one time someone thought that’s what I meant, no… I mean you could find some I guess but… Ah…” He let out a small, nervous laugh and then began to think back on what he’d said about luck… oh luck… How it could do you wrong… The wrong place at the wrong time got a lot of people. It was like lady luck getting bored and playing a game… no different than people, really. Getting bored and playing games… everyone liked games; when they weren’t someone else trying to kill them or something. Those were bad games… for you. For whoever was trying to kill you it was pretty fun. But anyway… “Everybody has their own reasons for everything, I guess.” He shrugged, thinking of all the different people you could meet out there. Tons of people in one spot, and you’d get tons of different reasons as to why they’re there. That was what was neat about how the world worked. About how people worked.
Mal? That was a new one… “Oh, well… ah… I grew up in Farlax, yeah. I was a McKinley student though, you know? Couldn’t have afforded going to the prep in a million years! If we had money for that, we’d probably be paying bills with that money anyhow, y’know? Or maybe you don’t… I don’t mean like… I mean… you get it. Right? Kinda-maybe? I never really wanted to go here anyway… rich kids make my blood boil, no offense. Just you know the kinds I mean right? The ones who vomit when they look at me…” he laughed a little, “It’d be kinda funny if they actually did puke just at the sight of me… A weird funny… Ah…” He shrugged, “I mean… I think that’d be pretty dangerous too… that would be like some kind of… evil power. Cause if they saw me too often they’d… well, anyway…” Hey, you know, you’re being real quiet… ‘I’m trying to pretend you don’t exist.’ Right…
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