4th bloom

[punchtheflowers]

[Vinnie had been spending a lot of time on his own outside, watching the flower buds peek through the snow. Had he been actively avoiding certain people? Hell yes. But he was privately trying to console himself with the slow return of spring.

It was getting warmer. Greener. All his hopes for the future lay in the coming month.

All are welcome to bug him as he mopes in the melting snow.]

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I wanna get back into training again. At least doing something. I'm sick of waiting around and feeling like this. I've been getting into fights anyway, so... I should've told you about those.

I know I've been pulling stupid shit lately. You can lay it on me for that.

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...Sorry for being such an asshole.

There's a girl that likes me. I don't know what the fuck t'do.

So if you guys have any ideas on how I should stop fucking up my life, I'm all ears.

By the way, Smoe: those nose things work really well. Thanks.

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[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[Vinnie glared in her direction out of the corner of his eye. Something about her was offputting and familiar at the same time.

He wasn't gonna say anything, but he was gonna keep her in his sights. Every instinct he had was screaming not to trust her. That expression on her face really rubbed him the wrong way... like she knew something he didn't, and couldn't give a shit about the world.]

[trick_room]

[Well, he didn't take off running. The short girl waltzed over to the other student, her step light yet unsteady and clumsy.]

Ooooh, you're Vinnie. Say, what's got you down? You don't look too good.

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, now that voice. He'd definitely heard it before, and it sent a warning shiver down his spine. Was she a ghost? Knowing his luck, she was probably a ghost. Which one was she?

He narrowed his eyes, defenses on high alert. Of course, he would've liked nothing better than to just leave, right this moment, but that would've been a sign of weakness. Ghosts could literally taste his fear, right?]

Piss off. Whatever you wanna say, I'm not interested.

[trick_room]

[Yeah she could. She knew he was afraid, and it made her smile grow that much wider.]

That's alright, I didn't care much anyways. Soooo, why're you so afraid of ghosts? Just an innocent question. [She tried to emphasize her point with the flutter of her eyelashes, but she couldn't disguise that permanent malevolence that hung in her eyes.]