Sept 15, 2023 19:28:10 GMT
Post by PALLAS! on Sept 15, 2023 19:28:10 GMT
A HEART, EMBARK, A BEAUTIFUL STAR
SO FAR IT FEELS AMAZING!
SO FAR IT FEELS AMAZING!
It's 12:33 P.M, and Pallas is going to die of starvation. It'll be a Hell of a way for his story to end, but that's how it's going to be. He's going to die of starvation, and the custodial staff is going to put him in one of those black bags and then dump him somewhere. Or worse - they'll just put him in the dumpster! Not that they'd confuse him for trash, of course, but he has to wonder - given his size - if there's even a bag big enough to fit him in. Maybe he should have been born shorter; that would've made funeral arrangements much easier to come by.
The point is, he's going to die, and he's kind of come to terms with this. Sure, his life hasn't been particularly long, but he's going to die a warrior's death! ... Well, he thinks so, anyways. Just because most warriors die in battle doesn't mean that they never starved to death! Surely starvation counts as a warrior's death.
If it doesn't, well. He'll collapse that bridge when he gets to it.
His stomach growls and groans, twisting itself into dozens upon dozens of knots. Gods help him, he's going to collapse while getting his food! Yes, yes, he'll collapse then and there, and then that'll be it! His story will end before it's begun! He'll just be known as the weirdo who died in the cafeteria for the rest of time!
Once his tray is stacked with food, he takes a brief moment to devour a fair amount of it, wolfing it down while leaning back against one of the cafeteria walls. The knots in his stomach slowly unravel themselves.
That's one issue down, Pallas thinks. Now for the real challenge...
He knows that, normally, one would get their food and then sit down and wait for others to approach. That's how most friend-groups form, right? He could definitely do that! The thought, though, drives a jolt of annoyance right through the core of his being. Sitting and waiting? Bah! He's at U.A University! He shouldn't have to wait for anything! Absolutely nothing! And beyond that, sitting and waiting is a plain cowardly approach! No, no, that simply won't do. With a grunt, Pallas pushes off from the wall and starts walking. Where? Around the cafeteria, obviously! He can't leave it while he's eating! That'd just be rude, and it'd increase the possibility of accidental littering, and only villains litter. Obviously.
Now, if he wasn't an eight foot tall person whose steps shake the ground a little and whose hair has steadily become more and more charged with electricity - some strands sticking straight up, in fact - then maybe he'd have an easier time of working into crowds or entering conversations. Hell, he'd probably have an easier time of most things if he wasn't built like a brick house where socialization is concerned.
Case and point: some people shy away from him as he wanders around the cafeteria, holding his tray in one hand and using the other to pluck food from it while going to and fro. He doesn't want to be rude and just shove himself into a conversation without any introduction, but he also doesn't want to sit around and wait for someone to come for him. The solution to this issue is an easy one: Walk and wait for an opening to approach someone! And if someone approaches him first, then that's just as good!
If it weren't for that determined look on his face, he could be confused for someone whose just lost.
The point is, he's going to die, and he's kind of come to terms with this. Sure, his life hasn't been particularly long, but he's going to die a warrior's death! ... Well, he thinks so, anyways. Just because most warriors die in battle doesn't mean that they never starved to death! Surely starvation counts as a warrior's death.
If it doesn't, well. He'll collapse that bridge when he gets to it.
His stomach growls and groans, twisting itself into dozens upon dozens of knots. Gods help him, he's going to collapse while getting his food! Yes, yes, he'll collapse then and there, and then that'll be it! His story will end before it's begun! He'll just be known as the weirdo who died in the cafeteria for the rest of time!
Once his tray is stacked with food, he takes a brief moment to devour a fair amount of it, wolfing it down while leaning back against one of the cafeteria walls. The knots in his stomach slowly unravel themselves.
That's one issue down, Pallas thinks. Now for the real challenge...
He knows that, normally, one would get their food and then sit down and wait for others to approach. That's how most friend-groups form, right? He could definitely do that! The thought, though, drives a jolt of annoyance right through the core of his being. Sitting and waiting? Bah! He's at U.A University! He shouldn't have to wait for anything! Absolutely nothing! And beyond that, sitting and waiting is a plain cowardly approach! No, no, that simply won't do. With a grunt, Pallas pushes off from the wall and starts walking. Where? Around the cafeteria, obviously! He can't leave it while he's eating! That'd just be rude, and it'd increase the possibility of accidental littering, and only villains litter. Obviously.
Now, if he wasn't an eight foot tall person whose steps shake the ground a little and whose hair has steadily become more and more charged with electricity - some strands sticking straight up, in fact - then maybe he'd have an easier time of working into crowds or entering conversations. Hell, he'd probably have an easier time of most things if he wasn't built like a brick house where socialization is concerned.
Case and point: some people shy away from him as he wanders around the cafeteria, holding his tray in one hand and using the other to pluck food from it while going to and fro. He doesn't want to be rude and just shove himself into a conversation without any introduction, but he also doesn't want to sit around and wait for someone to come for him. The solution to this issue is an easy one: Walk and wait for an opening to approach someone! And if someone approaches him first, then that's just as good!
If it weren't for that determined look on his face, he could be confused for someone whose just lost.
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