 Unicorn Magic Rawr-er
A black form stalked noiselessly into the clearing, shoulders hunched in a hostile position, fingerless glove clothed corpse hands curling like vicious talons through the belt loops of his baggy, ebony pants. Somehow, the boy did not jingle when he moved, though from head to foot he was draped in chains, hanging from the numerous pockets of his pants, his muddied combat boots, even around his neck worn like bizarre medals of achievement. Alexander's hair, dark as his clothing, was slicked straight over his liner-rimmed eyes, a peephole in which his bridge piercing glinted through allowing him to see out with a bare minimum able to peek in. The Netherlands native preferred it this way, living in his own cave, hiding in his own moon-pale skin, distancing himself as far away from others as was humanly possible. The back of his hair was spiked up in a porcupine-fashion, jutting at every angle from his face like peacock feathers, and with subconcious pride, he straightened a lock with a stern pat. Alex pressed his mouth into a firmer line, head bobbing back as he peered suspiciously at the sky, heart quickening as a tremor crept up his spine. God. He wished this had been held indoors. The eejits were trying to torture him, drive him out once more. Merlin. He'd gladly comply; he'd much rather be in the downstairs basement of some shady pub right now instead of out in the open, marching to a year of braiding daisy chains with head case losers. He didn't want to be here, his parents had been so desperate to get rid of him. Stupid father, idiot mother...
With a resigned sigh he pulled his trench coat to his chest and shot a leer, invisible under his fringe, at the girl already seated. She looked so... Friendly. Gross. And the other girl, the Barbie-looking one... He certainly hoped she'd find a room before she began kissing her reflection. Princess he immediately nicknamed her, disgusted by the self absorbedness. Not to mention the weirdo... Mumbling to himself. Alex could feel a rapidly developing headache coming on. Shuffling to the furthest possible table, he crawled atop of it and jammed in his earphones, angry music screeching from the contraption he held.
__________________ {{There's only two types of guys out there; Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared}}
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship so beware |