[RP Post #9] Lunch Time; Hallways of the Highschool (Open to Anyone!)
The classes had blown by in a steady stream of dronings by the teacher while Shinji doodled in his prized sketchbook. He glanced around inconspicuously, watching others as they interacted, and even as the teacher spoke, drew small scribbles detailed enough to remember the poses at a later date. There were teachers and students in his strip, so they would definately get put to use.
As hard as he tried to ration the treat Midori gave him that morning, all the berry treats she had wrapped for him so daintily were devoured by the end of first period. It wasn't that Shinji was starving. They were just so good, he couldn't stop himself. He was rather sad for a moment when he reached into the small bag and found it empty, regretting consuming them so fast.
The remaining class time was spent carefully removing the bow so it wasn't damaged, and affixing it to one of the spirals of his notebook. The bag he couldn't save: unfortunately, it was all sticky with remnants of the treats, and he didn't want to risk getting his book dirty.
The class before lunch ended, and Shinji filed out like the rest of the students, heading to his locker. It was a few hours now since he last ate his snacks, but he wasn't hungry. His locker was opened, and he silently debated on what book he'd read. Might as well get some studying done.. of course, studying would degrade to doodling and doodling would become manga plotting, but still..
As he reached his arm into the locker, he was slammed into roughly from behind. Shinji blinked, caught off guard not only by the blow but by the fact that hitting his locker rather hurt; especially since his sketchbook jabbed him in the chest. Slowly closing the door after removing what he wanted, Shinji worked on the lock, not even turning to acknowledge the boy who pushed him.
It happened often, anyway. He was almost always bullied. Most boys played football or other types of sports, not dabbled in artwork and doodles. He was viewed as 'different', and being different was a sin in high school.
"Hey, Fujiwara. Saw you flirtin' with that baker chick." The boy sneered at the back of Shinji's head. "What, you like her or something?"
Shinji set his hand against his locker, before his golden eyes narrowed. "She's not a chick." He stated tersely, causing the boy to laugh.
"Ooooh! Sticking up for her now, eh?" He roughly tussled Shinji's hair, causing the boy to flinch but caused no additional sound from him. "Stick with the girls you draw, Fujiwara. At least those match your personality." With a laugh, among a few others from what he assumed were his friends, the bully left Fujiwara alone.
The orange haired boy glared at his locker a moment, clutching now his school books with his sketchbook closest to his chest. He walked away from his locker, blinking his eyes a few times - no, he wouldn't get upset. Even though the tears were more of rage: he wished he had the gaul to slam his fist into those kids' faces, but that would prove nothing.
As he learned from his Ji-san, violence never solved anything.
Taking a detour into the boy's room, Shinji set his backpack down and began washing his face, glancing at himself in the mirror as he did so. A few seconds passed of him simply watching water drip off his features before he grabbed a paper towel and dried it off.
As he did so, his Sidekick began to beep. An eyebrow raised, wondering who'd text him now. Perhaps Midori? She usually didn't.. Regardless, his curiousity overtook him and he opened his backpack to look, removing the sidekick in the process.
A half jarbled message was on it. Blinking, he began to type up a reply, a simple inquiry of what the message was supposed to read.
"Help us, please!" Shinji blinked. What on earth? The sidekick just spoke to him.. It couldn't do that.. could it? He glanced around, making sure he was alone in the bathroom. Quite convinced his sidekick was broken, he glanced back at it as he was readying to turn it off and return it to his bag..
..when an image appeared. Hesitating over the power button, Shinji watched as a small dot slowly became an egg... growing bigger and bigger and bigger and...
FLASH!
"Ahh!" Shinji nearly dropped the sidekick as a bright light struck eyes, injuring his corneas momentarily. The brightness faded, leaving him with splotchy vision, but his vision was good enough to see.. the big egg that was now in his arms. "Ahh!" In surprise, he almost dropped that too, but instead managed to cram both his sidekick and the egg in his backpack.
Okaaay, that was really weird. He couldn't let anyone see it, so he zipped up his bag and left the bathroom in a hurry, rushing out so fast that he didn't see someone was standing in his way... until after he collided into them.
As hard as he tried to ration the treat Midori gave him that morning, all the berry treats she had wrapped for him so daintily were devoured by the end of first period. It wasn't that Shinji was starving. They were just so good, he couldn't stop himself. He was rather sad for a moment when he reached into the small bag and found it empty, regretting consuming them so fast.
The remaining class time was spent carefully removing the bow so it wasn't damaged, and affixing it to one of the spirals of his notebook. The bag he couldn't save: unfortunately, it was all sticky with remnants of the treats, and he didn't want to risk getting his book dirty.
The class before lunch ended, and Shinji filed out like the rest of the students, heading to his locker. It was a few hours now since he last ate his snacks, but he wasn't hungry. His locker was opened, and he silently debated on what book he'd read. Might as well get some studying done.. of course, studying would degrade to doodling and doodling would become manga plotting, but still..
As he reached his arm into the locker, he was slammed into roughly from behind. Shinji blinked, caught off guard not only by the blow but by the fact that hitting his locker rather hurt; especially since his sketchbook jabbed him in the chest. Slowly closing the door after removing what he wanted, Shinji worked on the lock, not even turning to acknowledge the boy who pushed him.
It happened often, anyway. He was almost always bullied. Most boys played football or other types of sports, not dabbled in artwork and doodles. He was viewed as 'different', and being different was a sin in high school.
"Hey, Fujiwara. Saw you flirtin' with that baker chick." The boy sneered at the back of Shinji's head. "What, you like her or something?"
Shinji set his hand against his locker, before his golden eyes narrowed. "She's not a chick." He stated tersely, causing the boy to laugh.
"Ooooh! Sticking up for her now, eh?" He roughly tussled Shinji's hair, causing the boy to flinch but caused no additional sound from him. "Stick with the girls you draw, Fujiwara. At least those match your personality." With a laugh, among a few others from what he assumed were his friends, the bully left Fujiwara alone.
The orange haired boy glared at his locker a moment, clutching now his school books with his sketchbook closest to his chest. He walked away from his locker, blinking his eyes a few times - no, he wouldn't get upset. Even though the tears were more of rage: he wished he had the gaul to slam his fist into those kids' faces, but that would prove nothing.
As he learned from his Ji-san, violence never solved anything.
Taking a detour into the boy's room, Shinji set his backpack down and began washing his face, glancing at himself in the mirror as he did so. A few seconds passed of him simply watching water drip off his features before he grabbed a paper towel and dried it off.
As he did so, his Sidekick began to beep. An eyebrow raised, wondering who'd text him now. Perhaps Midori? She usually didn't.. Regardless, his curiousity overtook him and he opened his backpack to look, removing the sidekick in the process.
A half jarbled message was on it. Blinking, he began to type up a reply, a simple inquiry of what the message was supposed to read.
"Help us, please!" Shinji blinked. What on earth? The sidekick just spoke to him.. It couldn't do that.. could it? He glanced around, making sure he was alone in the bathroom. Quite convinced his sidekick was broken, he glanced back at it as he was readying to turn it off and return it to his bag..
..when an image appeared. Hesitating over the power button, Shinji watched as a small dot slowly became an egg... growing bigger and bigger and bigger and...
FLASH!
"Ahh!" Shinji nearly dropped the sidekick as a bright light struck eyes, injuring his corneas momentarily. The brightness faded, leaving him with splotchy vision, but his vision was good enough to see.. the big egg that was now in his arms. "Ahh!" In surprise, he almost dropped that too, but instead managed to cram both his sidekick and the egg in his backpack.
Okaaay, that was really weird. He couldn't let anyone see it, so he zipped up his bag and left the bathroom in a hurry, rushing out so fast that he didn't see someone was standing in his way... until after he collided into them.