LOG; it's britney bitch; ALTAIR + GASTON
Altair is a bully. This evening in Paris.
Gaston was a small kid that was the first thing Altair noticed when he saw him out in the street. While he recognized him from the kid in the community, he couldn't supress the glee at meeting another person from there.
Last time he had meet Athanase, which was not too bad... so.
Altair went up to introduce himself to the other boy. It had all seemed to work out so well... until Altair got a certain idea in his head.
Gaston knew that face, he was acquainted with Athanase after all. But this kid didn't seem like Athanase, maybe he was that.. weird guy on the community.
Logic told him that meeting strangers from the internet was never really a good sign, but well, Liliya and Ferdi hadn't been so bad. And it wasn't like he could just ignore him.
... Actually, he could.
Which was exactly what Gaston did.
And of course, being ignored made Gaston seal his own fate as Altair increased his pace to catch up with him. "Hey- hey!" he waved one hand frantically. "Where are you going in such a rush?"
Gaston turned to give Altair a bland look.
"I have to go home. My uncle won't be happy if I'm late."
Stopping was good, he clasped one firm hand on Gaston's shoulder. "Oh and you always do what your uncle says?" there was a bit of a bullying sneer right there. Altair couldn't help it.
He was after all a bully.
Gaston didn't really like being touched by people, especially people he didn't know, nor did he like it when people talked down to him.
"No," he countered, expression still deadpan, placing a hand on Altair's and pushing it off. "But it's almost time for dinner."
Altair couldn't help the maddening smirk that crossed his face. He laughed, "You're hilarious, Gaston, right?" He was not sure he caught the name right from the community.
"I think you will be late for dinner tonight."
"Whatever." And with that, Gaston turned from Altair, intending to walk away from him.
Except he wouldn't get that far, because as soon as he turned Altair began to change. Fair features melting into a ugly, green, (awful smelling) larger form. His troll one.
He waited for a moment and then made a grasp for Gaston's collar intending to pick him up.
When he was lifted into the air Gaston's facial expression finally changed, not into fear, but into one of utter annoyance.
"What the hell?!"
Altair opened his mouth, bad breath and rotting teeth as he jiggled Gaston close to it. His voice was deeper, "I told you, you'd be late for dinner"
He looked around and finally found what he was looking for as he waddled over to it. It was a large garbage container, yellow- one of those used for recycling paper or something.
Just perfect.
Gaston couldn't help but make a disgusted expression at the horrible odor before he kicked Altair in the face.
"Let me go."
Of course in kicking Altair it didn't do much but make the troll slobber on Gaston some. "Okay." He grunted and opened the bin to dump Gaston into it. Thankfully it was just paper and no other trash so...
ALKSDKLDSAKLDSAKLSD EW, Gaston's mind screamed, before he was dumped unceremoniously into the dustbin. What. The. Hell. He didn't even bother trying to get out, and wouldn't until the troll left.
Of course that was not all. The troll closed the lid on top and picked up the garbage bin, juggling it over his shoulder as he looked around. There was a nice roof over there with bushes on the side, just perfect.
And a far worse ride than just shoving the bin down the street. Altair made his way.
A muffled grunt came from Gaston as he bumped around in the bin, wiping away the slobber that Altair had gotten on him with the papers.
He wasn't particularly careful with what he was doing but he moved over and easily placed himself in the right position. He jiggled the bin just to be an irritating jerk once more before taking a deep breath and throwing the bin over the roof onto the bushes nearby.
The yellow box rotated comically as it spun and moved and landed.
Score.
He felt like he was going to throw up, with the stench of troll drool and the spinning and jolting.
When he could finally think straight again, he sat fuming, before grabbing a handful of papers and crumpling them into balls. He didn't want to call his uncle for help, but there was no one else to call--
Damnit.
When Gaston could no longer hear the troll, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, deciding to text in case he was still around and would overhear a phone conversation.
To: Uncle Howard
I'm stuck in a garbage bin.
And then he hit send.
Gaston was a small kid that was the first thing Altair noticed when he saw him out in the street. While he recognized him from the kid in the community, he couldn't supress the glee at meeting another person from there.
Last time he had meet Athanase, which was not too bad... so.
Altair went up to introduce himself to the other boy. It had all seemed to work out so well... until Altair got a certain idea in his head.
Gaston knew that face, he was acquainted with Athanase after all. But this kid didn't seem like Athanase, maybe he was that.. weird guy on the community.
Logic told him that meeting strangers from the internet was never really a good sign, but well, Liliya and Ferdi hadn't been so bad. And it wasn't like he could just ignore him.
... Actually, he could.
Which was exactly what Gaston did.
And of course, being ignored made Gaston seal his own fate as Altair increased his pace to catch up with him. "Hey- hey!" he waved one hand frantically. "Where are you going in such a rush?"
Gaston turned to give Altair a bland look.
"I have to go home. My uncle won't be happy if I'm late."
Stopping was good, he clasped one firm hand on Gaston's shoulder. "Oh and you always do what your uncle says?" there was a bit of a bullying sneer right there. Altair couldn't help it.
He was after all a bully.
Gaston didn't really like being touched by people, especially people he didn't know, nor did he like it when people talked down to him.
"No," he countered, expression still deadpan, placing a hand on Altair's and pushing it off. "But it's almost time for dinner."
Altair couldn't help the maddening smirk that crossed his face. He laughed, "You're hilarious, Gaston, right?" He was not sure he caught the name right from the community.
"I think you will be late for dinner tonight."
"Whatever." And with that, Gaston turned from Altair, intending to walk away from him.
Except he wouldn't get that far, because as soon as he turned Altair began to change. Fair features melting into a ugly, green, (awful smelling) larger form. His troll one.
He waited for a moment and then made a grasp for Gaston's collar intending to pick him up.
When he was lifted into the air Gaston's facial expression finally changed, not into fear, but into one of utter annoyance.
"What the hell?!"
Altair opened his mouth, bad breath and rotting teeth as he jiggled Gaston close to it. His voice was deeper, "I told you, you'd be late for dinner"
He looked around and finally found what he was looking for as he waddled over to it. It was a large garbage container, yellow- one of those used for recycling paper or something.
Just perfect.
Gaston couldn't help but make a disgusted expression at the horrible odor before he kicked Altair in the face.
"Let me go."
Of course in kicking Altair it didn't do much but make the troll slobber on Gaston some. "Okay." He grunted and opened the bin to dump Gaston into it. Thankfully it was just paper and no other trash so...
ALKSDKLDSAKLDSAKLSD EW, Gaston's mind screamed, before he was dumped unceremoniously into the dustbin. What. The. Hell. He didn't even bother trying to get out, and wouldn't until the troll left.
Of course that was not all. The troll closed the lid on top and picked up the garbage bin, juggling it over his shoulder as he looked around. There was a nice roof over there with bushes on the side, just perfect.
And a far worse ride than just shoving the bin down the street. Altair made his way.
A muffled grunt came from Gaston as he bumped around in the bin, wiping away the slobber that Altair had gotten on him with the papers.
He wasn't particularly careful with what he was doing but he moved over and easily placed himself in the right position. He jiggled the bin just to be an irritating jerk once more before taking a deep breath and throwing the bin over the roof onto the bushes nearby.
The yellow box rotated comically as it spun and moved and landed.
Score.
He felt like he was going to throw up, with the stench of troll drool and the spinning and jolting.
When he could finally think straight again, he sat fuming, before grabbing a handful of papers and crumpling them into balls. He didn't want to call his uncle for help, but there was no one else to call--
Damnit.
When Gaston could no longer hear the troll, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, deciding to text in case he was still around and would overhear a phone conversation.
To: Uncle Howard
I'm stuck in a garbage bin.
And then he hit send.