Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 11, 2010 1:33:42 GMT -5
I am wrecked, I am overblown. Never had those words been truer for Spar-... Wait, scratch that. There had been plenty of times that fit those lyrics more than this one. There was that time where he'd stolen a kiss from Teagan and booked it. He'd been a nervous wreck after that. He thought he was going to die, and part of him... part of him was afraid that... what if Teagan wasn't going to kill him? What would he do then? He had no idea.
He was probably the most clumsy in love person on the planet, even more than Fergie! Then again, even that was probably an overstatement. No, Sparky was just mediocre. He really wasn't the 'most' anything--not even in his bad sides. He was completely unremarkable. The worst in that he wasn't even the worst! It didn't even make sense.
Master of Mediocrity, Sparky X. Cobalt, unlocked the green house door easily. It was okay for him to be here, he was a Professor. (Right?) He just needed... somewhere else to be. He couldn't stand being in his living quarters anymore, and he sure as hell couldn't be in his classroom. What if some kid was in there, eating Raw Men again? That was ridiculous. He couldn't risk that, oh no, but fuck did he need to not be somewhere that was his.
And so greenhouse it was.
His thoughts, his ever drifting thoughts, drifted (I told you!) to the time when he'd come here, long before he was a Head Boy, long before he was a Prefect. (He thought. He couldn't remember, but it wasn't like he could go into the archives and look.) He'd met a peculiar girl, with a peculiar name. Eventually, they'd ended up with a trampoline, bouncing castle servants off of it. He wasn't sure why that was relevant to his current situation, other than the fact that this made about as much sense.
He breathed in deep.
It smelled like dirt.
Well, among other things... But he was happy focusing on the dirt, thank you very much.
That was what he was, wasn't it, in the end?
Dirt?
Not just metaphorically, no. He'd die, and his body would rot (unless he got picked up by a crazy ass necromancer, but hey) into the ground. He would literally become dirt.
Sparky Dirt Cobalt. That suited him better than any mysterious X anyway. What was he, a fucking treasure map?
He slowly dropped to his knees, amidst the plants and dirt and mushrooms and bugs.
Maybe he could bury himself.
"Dirt."
He was probably the most clumsy in love person on the planet, even more than Fergie! Then again, even that was probably an overstatement. No, Sparky was just mediocre. He really wasn't the 'most' anything--not even in his bad sides. He was completely unremarkable. The worst in that he wasn't even the worst! It didn't even make sense.
Master of Mediocrity, Sparky X. Cobalt, unlocked the green house door easily. It was okay for him to be here, he was a Professor. (Right?) He just needed... somewhere else to be. He couldn't stand being in his living quarters anymore, and he sure as hell couldn't be in his classroom. What if some kid was in there, eating Raw Men again? That was ridiculous. He couldn't risk that, oh no, but fuck did he need to not be somewhere that was his.
And so greenhouse it was.
His thoughts, his ever drifting thoughts, drifted (I told you!) to the time when he'd come here, long before he was a Head Boy, long before he was a Prefect. (He thought. He couldn't remember, but it wasn't like he could go into the archives and look.) He'd met a peculiar girl, with a peculiar name. Eventually, they'd ended up with a trampoline, bouncing castle servants off of it. He wasn't sure why that was relevant to his current situation, other than the fact that this made about as much sense.
He breathed in deep.
It smelled like dirt.
Well, among other things... But he was happy focusing on the dirt, thank you very much.
That was what he was, wasn't it, in the end?
Dirt?
Not just metaphorically, no. He'd die, and his body would rot (unless he got picked up by a crazy ass necromancer, but hey) into the ground. He would literally become dirt.
Sparky Dirt Cobalt. That suited him better than any mysterious X anyway. What was he, a fucking treasure map?
He slowly dropped to his knees, amidst the plants and dirt and mushrooms and bugs.
Maybe he could bury himself.
"Dirt."